About 20 years ago I had to go true a swamp, It was an exercise in therapy I was follow. It was a real swamp. It was hard to do. One moment I was sinking in the swamp and I heard my mother shouting: YOU WILL NEVER GET OUT THERE! Then I sank, I lost all the feeling in my legs. The pulled me out of the swamp. Now I am writing this letter to her and I realise that it is difficult to unbind myself from her. My mother needed me, she is now 86, she still needs me. She claims me. Or is this just my thought? With love, Rozie.