It was met with nostalgic aunts who missed seeing my knees in the shadow of skirts, who reminded me that my kind of attitude would never bring a husband home, that I exist for heterosexual marriage and child-bearing.
Instead of worrying about how many minutes I can spend with them every day, I focus on turning these minutes into memorable moments, moments where I'm seeing my kids, hearing them, connecting with them.
スカートからのぞいていた私の膝小僧を 懐かしむ感傷的な おばさんは 私のような振る舞いは 決して一家に「夫」をもたらさない― つまり 異性との結婚と出産のために 私が存在することを思い出させ 