Remorse, fear, ignorance, second thoughts, abortion, fear…pain, drowning, heavy breathing, crying, fear…white door, doctors, motherhood, holding hands, judgement, fear… “- Clara? Clara?! – Yes… – I said we are ready for you now.” Her mother quickly stood up and still holding Clara’s hand headed towards the door. “-I am sorry ma’am...
Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...
She could still remember that day, twenty years ago, too well. The sun was so bright, his rays somehow trying to penetrate her soul and burn her feelings. That hot, sweaty sensation, that sense of faint, that petrifying fear; they all whispered only one thing: not to do it. She could still feel the pressure on her left arm, while being dragged up the hospital’s stairs. It was the other...
