Why “Rose Coloured Daughter”?

So many of us were raised for a time different than the world we find ourselves in today.  Our mothers were homemakers, obedient wives, masters in the illusion of perfection – and taught us to be the same.

I was the “good” daughter: unoffensive, quiet, submissive to the ideals of my parents’ generation.  And in my adult life, I arrived at the question that so many of us ask:

Who am I?
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