“How did we survive on those?” she asked herself in amazement, knowing in her heart, without anyone having to tell her, that there was something toxic in those roots, something that would have caused permanent damage sooner or later.
Whatever her fate, and whatever petty torments Josepha and Bertha devised for her, she was grateful to have been offered a way out of the hell of despair. She didn’t know what she did to deserve it, but maybe it was not about deserving, maybe it was about not letting go of hope.
