I say that I am fine now, I have nothing to worry about. What can I say about my daughter? Back to work and see what life is like with a job and a small child! How much time does he have left to walk around the house with a vacuum cleaner, a mop and solutions? I am most afraid for my niece! What will she do with such a maternal inheritance?!

Some time ago I told how my mother’s obsession with cleanliness ruled my and my brother’s childhood and youth. From my scandals, when he came home from work and found a pile on the carpet, a drop of oil on the stove (I don’t want to think what would happen if the oil splashed on the wall!) or splashes of water on the tiles in the bathroom.

I remember one time I was melting some depilatory wax and near the end when the wax was liquid I don’t know how I put the wooden spoon I was stirring with on the edge of the pot and it went everywhere. and would land on the ground. I was afraid that the spoon filled with melted wax would stick to the floor and I would not be able to erase the traces of the “massacre”. In those fractions of a second, it was literally like in a movie. I slowed down the video as the spoon flew menacingly to the floor, and in my head I heard my mother’s screams and scoldings.

I don’t know when my head managed to process so much information and scroll through so many images, I don’t know how it managed to give me this flash of clarity and make me react to save the day. The situation, not me… But it got me interested! As the spoon fell to the floor, I held out both hands, palms up, to stop it. And I stopped it. A spoonful of hot wax stuck to the inside of my left wrist where the skin is softer and more sensitive… When I removed it, it came off with the skin. I still have the sign. But I avoided a scandal.

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