Confession on sisterly love

Dear Marianna, my beloved sister!

Finally, I made up my mind to write you a letter, it’s been three weeks since I moved to Budapest and started university.

The village girl has become a city lady, as you’d say.

I was longing to leave the little village where even the cock crow annoyed me… today, I miss that too.

Here, I wake up to the noise of buzzing buses each and every morning, now you must be laughing at me, as I laughed at you when you chose simple life.

I have a confession to make: I can’t even turn on the gas without you, and I’m starting to value what I had taken for granted before. You run the house, cook, wash, clean, raise your daughter and take care of mother. I’m proud of you, that you are so capable, because you’ve known since the age of 18 what it is like to be a mother and a wife, although you were hardly a grown-up yourself, and you do all this selflessly, for our family. And why?

The answer is simple: because this is what makes you happy: home, family, the small village and the cock crow.

When I moved to the city I thought that all my problems would be resolved, but this is not what happened. I miss the village, the family and most of all your love. Thank you for being there for me!

Hugs and kisses,

Réka

Written by Andrea Hajdú and Virág Vucsics at "Roma Heroes" workshop marathon of Independent Theater.

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