My Mothers Deadly Glass Cage
Language: en
I was my mother’s rose, kept alive under a glass bell jar. Since I was two years old, I hadn't taken a single step outside. I had severe environmental allergies, they told me. Dust, pollen, the very air itself. One wrong breath, and my throat would swell shut. I would suffocate and die. To ensure I survived, my mother turned our home into a twenty-four-hour sterile fortress. Windows were permanently sealed. Central air conditioning was strictly forbidden because it circulated dust. Anyone who stepped through the front door had to immediately shower, and inside the house, we all had to wear…