Rather emotional right now. Not in a particularly ‘good’ way. But just thought I’d write this here because I think my mother’s been through a lot and for some irrational human ‘reason’ want her legacy to be remembered (I ‘get’ legacy yet at the same time don’t really get it).
When she was a kid, she really wanted to be a solicitor.
When she was a kid, she also really wanted to go to school (girls typically didn’t go to school in the society she grew up in) so badly that she’d keep washing some of her clothes for school to try to soften her father into letting her go. (She managed to go for a little while but her family couldn’t afford to keep her there. I’ve mentioned this elsewhere I believe).
Note: Please don’t try to fill in the blanks/interpolate/extrapolate about anything. There’s nuance to take into consideration and I often have to spend so much effort dispelling misconceptions and people filling in the blanks according to their prejudices and narratives. Just take what I said as data points and acknowledge that the rest is “unknown”. Please. Sorry for being so curt, too :(