From Mariko T., San Francisco, California
In January 2009, it was the cold rainy day in Caen, Normandy. I was calling my mother in Japan. As soon as I heard her voice on the phone, I started tearing up. “Mom, my eczema came back. My whole body is red and swollen and I can’t even open my eyes. I’m going out of my mind. What should I do?” She was silent. She picked the right words and said calmly, “ Well… Mariko, you have to accept yourself. You should get along well rather than fighting it.” I was hopeless and despaired.