Maternity Blues Page #5

Let's not talk about this.

I didn't want to talk about this.

All right, we won't then.

- So, about Michele...

- There, I knew it...

What am I supposed to do?

I'm not thirty yet,

can't I have other memories?

Can't I have them?

Must I live with the ones I have?

I hate the ones I have!

Of course you can have them.

What lies ahead for me? Tell me!

No love for me?

Don't I deserve it?

Can't I have any more?

I haven't had any!

Yes, I have.

From my daughter!

I loved her more than I loved myself.

I never left the house without

making sure everything was okay.

That the gas was off,

and that she was okay.

She was okay!

The one who wasn't okay was me.

When I pushed her under the water

as I bathed her,

don't you see...

I didn't know what I was doing.

Don't you see?

I didn't know what I was doing,

I didn't know!

Calm down, it's all over now.

What's wrong?

Help, Enzo!

Let go of her legs, leave her.

You didn't know.

Exactly, you should've told me!

It hasn't happened for months.

How much did she drink?

I don't know.

The things we said about Eloisa...

me and her often argue.

I'm not interested.

Everyone here has a story.

You told me that.

I laughed when I read in the paper

She murdered her...

Murder?

A murderer, me?

They're crazy, I thought.

How dare they write

something like that?

The others were murderers perhaps,

not me!

You don't need to tell me this.

I know, but I want to.

You believe in God, I don't.

The only judge I have is myself.

And that suffices, I can assure you.

Luigi, can I leave him here

while I pop to the chemist's?

Give him a croissant

and nothing to the dog!

Come over here.

Put your bag over there.

Good boy.

Eat it all up.

Thanks!

Your mum's always rushing around!

But you...

relax and eat.

Take it easy, you're early.

"Dad, my friend Francesco,

has got a big dog,

he says he's called Great Dane."

"But his sister called him

Crumb."

"I think Great Dane's better."

"When we get one, I'll choose

the name. Musket or Bandit."

A mother doesn't always

kill her child

because of a serious

mental illness.

The causes can be various ones.

The maternal spirit isn't something

that is instinctive

but rather, it depends on the model

of mother one is trying to be.

Often these people act

as if in a trance,

dismayed by a deep sense

of solitude.

All the same, it is a crime which

in our society is unacceptable

to normal people who have no

knowledge of mental illness.

But...

today still,

there are so many questions

one must ask about why

a mother kills her own child.

You could at least tidy your stuff,

this room's a mess

I like mess, it makes me feel good,

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