This isn’t a dance that breathes with an accordion playing through the night. If only it were beautiful like that…

My father cast my mother as the villain.

THE BEAUTIFUL FAMILY BY KIRKLEY MEHNDIRATTA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 50

My father said to my brother and me: “Doesn’t she remind you of Evil Bavmorda?” My father pointed at my mother and shouted.  She did not smile or laugh.