I was Seven Years old and My Mother Told Me to Lie to My Auntie

My introduction to cognitive dissonance, the Oppressor and the Oppressed

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My bubble about my mother’s perfection did not burst when she said to me, “If your Auntie asks you if a letter came from Grandfather, you just say no, it didn’t.”

I felt tremendously confused. It felt like the pavement had cracked beneath my feet. A letter…