My grandmother

This is homage to a woman who had only two virtues, courage and generosity. Somewhere up my family tree, there’s the one human who passed a defect on. Deep irrationality, mood swings, ingrained apathy, scars from beatings, neglect to a point of malnutrition and unwarranted betrayals; that has been our family’s legacy. My grandmother was a part of a generation who recognized no psychiatric defects but schizophrenia and she wasn’t much saner than the rest of them, but she did foster 17 children born to her kin because she saw their pain. She broke down often but kept at it.