When I think of my mother39;s violent temper, outbursts of affection,and reproachful attitude, I try not to see them as facets of her personality but to relate them to her own story and social background. This way of writing, which seems tobring me closer to the truth, relieves me of the dark, heavy burden of personal remembrance by establishing a more objective approach. And yet something deep down inside refuses to yield and wants me to remember my mother purely in emotional terms - affection or tears - without searching for an explanation.
