We are guilty from the birth. (Alina Farkash, translated article, from the site jewish.ru) Part II From the earliest childhood I have been a very, very difficult child with a lot of problems. A plenty of times I could die. And many times my mother saved me heroically. For example, she founded that I have a short frenum of tongue, and she brought me to doctors so that they would cut it. “At the age of 6 months you did not pronounce any sound, but after walking up after operation you started to talk loudly in your baby language. You could rest a dumb one for your whole life!”. And my whole childhood I imagined what has to be a my terrible life, if my Mom would not save me from dumbness. Then I gave birth to my son with the same short kind of tongue’s frenum, and which one I did not allow to cut. And now I know: I would be burry, like my son burrs. I was saved not from lifelong dumbness, but from not saying “r” properly.. You know, I ate not very well. And I lost my weight in maternity hospital, doctors did not want to discharge me from the department. My Mom insisted on and fed me with so diligence, that I had nervous gushing vomiting all the time that I saw any food. But even this test my Mom passed with honour! All my childhood and youth passed with the stories that I was vomiting endlessly, and Mom prepared to me new meals and fed me, violently, surely. And I vomited again and the cycle repeated. When I was 4 years old, my Mom and I went to the market and saw a gypsy woman and a little baby, probably, an infant, and he was covered in some kind of rag and (you will be shocked!) was breastfeeding . My mother saw it – and right on the middle of the market she started to cry. She was standing and frankly she could not stop crying. Then she said: “In unsanitary conditions – and he is eating! And you don’t care… You…”. I was keeping her hand, touching her, trying to comfort her and wanting to die because of shame of torturing my mother. Because I can’t eat so much that they prepare for me. Because I can’t hold back my vomiting. Because I am so bad-mannered child, that was born by so good Mom. All my childhood I knew clearly that if I would born in another family, I would die from hunger right in the maternity hospital.