she went up on stage and wept the whole time she was with a herd of baby elephants. the rest stood shell shocked, but the music was good and the teachers had designed a rather cute circus drama.
my impulse when faced with an audience, on entering a new place with new faces has always been to sneak into a corner and cry. it took my mother years of 'working on me' to make me calm and composed and indeed, eager, for new places and new people.
so she is me. and do i have it in me to be my mother?