How many fragments, how many struggles, and those struggles were not the meaning of her coming into this world

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Regarding the struggle, Martha cares about the child's name, the smell on her body, and the destination of the child's remains. She hopes that the child will decide when she will come to this world, and she hopes to give the child the greatest initiative. What she was fighting against was the colleague who took up her office while on maternity leave. Between the lines, she corrected the lawyer's husband to partner and I do to I did.

In reality, what she really needs to fight is the outside world's criticism of her, her mother's control, her husband's anger, and so-called social justice. Martha's tolerance towards midwifery in the court trial rebelled against the public perception of justice and against her mother's persistence. Resonance can destroy a bridge, there are too many factors that can take a life, and the reason must not be in this courtroom.

But everything is like a causal cycle. When her mother had Alzheimer's symptoms, Martha firmly ordered the dessert that her mother used to love, and said that she made her daughter's favorite dinner, and her daughter's list of favorites. But not that dish.

How many fragments can be pieced together into a complete memory of a woman, how many fragments can fill the wounds of the past, how many trivial factors can make a bridge break and take away a life, how many fragments can repair a collapsed bridge , how many fragments can change ingrained perceptions.

That is not why my daughter came into this world, for the time that she did.

When a life comes into this world, the meaning is not to fight for those unimportant interests and justice, but what she cares about. She smelled like an apple. That's all that matters.

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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.