Its march 1985 and i'm fourteen, it's two months before my mother dies.
I stand in front of the unknown men, who had shaped my life and would change my future.
The surgeon, who was reported to the disciplinary board for severe negligence after preforming the transplant that caused my mother death.
My father, who i hardly know but who is the person hat i soon will move in with.
My mother boyfriend, who shared her life in the summers on Ireland; A life where i didn't exist
My mother psychoanalyst, maybe the man closest to her during the largest part of my upbringing, but who i never met