Iva, this is amazing!
I’ve got a little secret to tell you:
I had that kind of childhood. And I mostly gave it to my children. Until their mom got sick and died.
After that? Well, I tried. And they have grown up and moved on. But I know nothing of the pain they carry. Because I’ve been too wrapped up in my own.
Every one of us has a unique experience. And every one of them is valuable. What I see in your writing is a fearlessness I’ve never even had to consider. That makes me proud, of a stranger. Which is kinda weird (I think) and yet enlightening.
So, keep writing. Because your experience is as foreign to me as mine is to anyone else’s. And I believe that’s one of the central tenants to life on this plane. Let’s all lean in and listen to each other. Because that is how we learn compassion and empathy.