“I love you,” my grandmother mouthed. “I know,” said my mother. This is the line of women that has led to me. Each one with her own struggles and resentment, which she tried to correct with the next generation. Each time creating new struggles and resentment. “I love you,” says my mother before we hang up the phone, which means be careful and good night and I’m sorry. “I love you, too,” I say, which means I know.
