I stared at the face of my mother, the face that was currently leaning over me, shaking me roughly, so that I would wake up. This used to happen so regularly that I had actually started to expect it in the mornings, that I had actually started to expect to see it as my very first sight in the morning. But I had to say that this morning was different. This morning, it had been meant to be Hera waking me up, had been meant to be Hera, realising that her mate slept like a brick.
“Don’t you think you’re being too harsh?”
It was almost as if thinking about her had conjured her up out of the dust, because it was her voice that I heard, her voice that was challenging the ways of my mother. It was something that was entirely possible, something that would be bound to happen man
