The mother is always the mother, and the father is a ghost.

Madalyn 2022-04-19 09:02:32

【Just finished reading. Just talk nonsense. It's just that she won't survive. 】 They look forward to this baby so much, this is their crystallization, and their union has a feeling of success or failure. Mother's grief is trance, and finally becomes real. Father's "sorrow" is out of place, it's too brutish, it's too immoral. The dear baby does not belong to the father in the visible body - the mother brought her into this world, and the father's grief will never be real. Mothers, together with their daughters, become a real carrier of daughters who can usher in life... usher in life. A father, at most, can be sad about the sperm, and even the fertilized egg does not belong to him. What asymmetrical sadness. Dear baby, you haven't been able to stay in this world for long, you haven't been able to consolidate the unstable two points between parents, one decisive pivot to form a stable emotional triangle - how good, how wonderful. The father in the film doesn't have much ink, which is a must, he's an unrecognized ghost. Let's acknowledge the asymmetry of grief created by current biological constraints. There is something wrong, there must be something wrong. But sadness is certain. Dear baby, you can't imagine the pain of a mother, just like you can't imagine the ghostly nature of a father.

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  • Elizabeth: And I'm ashamed of me. That I wasn't a good enough mother to teach you how to stand up and speak for yourself, for God's sakes. And to deal with this. Like my mother taught me. After my father went into the ghetto, my mother found a shack, an empty shack, that she went into and gave birth to me. Without any help at all. She stashed me under the floorboards when she had to go out and steal food. So she could make milk enough to keep me alive, but just alive. Not strong enough to cry, or we'd be caught. When she finally got me to a doctor, he advised her to just let me go. That I wasn't... I wasn't strong enough to survive. But when she absolutely insisted, he picked me up by my feet and held me up like a chicken and said, "If she tries to lift her head, then there's hope." And you know what I did, Martha? I lifted my head. That's what I'm asking you to do now. Lift your head and fight for yourself, for God's sakes! Go out there and face that woman.

  • Lane: Yes, how did you feel holding your baby you had just given birth to?

    Martha: She smelled like an apple.