"..There is always instruction"

with a fuck you tone included..

after I said "we don't need instruction in working out how to take Dunia & the stroller upstairs"

..Dunia was in my arms. Olga was near the stroller. We were downstairs at our apartment building.

Sister Lena called out to her and instructed her to take Dunia from me and that I ought to be taking the stroller up to Level 1 where we leave it.

..the destructive moments then followed.

" Fuck off 'dibil' " were words I literally had to absorb soon afterwards.

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Earlier in the eve, and very distressingly to me.. when I asked Olga if she too was thrilled to see how joyful Dunia was when she at one with music.. and she closes her eyes and you see her feeling her way to the sound.. she replied that she doesn't like it; because Dunia "looks unwell" when she closes her eyes and swings about to the sound.

How can a mother (not so much say such things, but as to) feel such things and claim to have unconditional love.