But Pygmalion forgot one crucial thing about living breathing creatures.
I was no longer a masterpiece on a pedestal. I was a mother, a human, and finally, completely free. Galatea - Madeline Miller.epub
The shift happened when my daughter, Paphos, was born. As I held her tiny, warm body against my chest, I looked at her soft skin. I realized that he would try to carve her, too. Not with a iron chisel, but with his voice, his rules, and his suffocating expectations. He would want her to be a silent statue, just like he wanted me to be. But Pygmalion forgot one crucial thing about living
"You are so beautiful," he whispered to me the next morning, running his fingers down my arm. The shift happened when my daughter, Paphos, was born
I looked down at his hand on my skin. I did not flinch. I did not cry.