“Chara often said that a daughter’s love was fleeting. A girl’s time with her family was spent preparing for the day she would leave home to become part of another’s. A mother saw a daughter as a reflection of who she was – a strabger in every home she occupied. It was only when a son was raised and wedded that the mother could at last stake her place in the world. Because then she was able to look upon the bride entering the home as the stranger, and she, at last, was the familiar one.”
