“My Life” 4 Years Old, My Mother’s Hands

My Mothers Hands, Acrylic on Canvas, 48×36 inch

I was a very contented baby. I took after my father’s personality, sometimes identifying with my father freed my feelings. The war is over and it was a relief to be with my father.

My father was always proud of his children. He was very sad about my future being in a country and time that stigmatized handicapped children. He never showed these feelings to anyone.

We did not have any other family member with a handicap like me. My mother could not nourish herself because of the war yet she felt guilty. As a child, I still grew up well despite my mother’s anguished hands.