And yet that mother is right. She has sacrificed herself for her family. The others have allowed themselves plenty of freedom. She has had no share of it. She has worked, slaved, given up every moment of her day. But there’s something more serious, something which is the real cause of suffering. She hasn’t been understood. They have taken her for granted; they haven’t, for example, noticed her crying in silence.
Letters from the Desert
by Carlo Carretto