I Want a Mother, but I Want My Mother. Yes.

In your little girl, not just innocence, but I would say insane hopefulness and holy defiance, you wrapped your legs around your mom's ankle to try and get her attention. What was it like for you to do that, Pascal? It felt instinctual. I wanted her. I wanted to be near her. Yes. Which is torturous to want the person more than they want you. You wanted a mother who wanted to humiliate you. But I don't feel any contempt for that girl for wanting that. Do you? No. I think it could be there, but deeply I don't. It's tragic. And it's really dark, frankly.