Ten years ago my book “Bad Mother” was published. I started writing it two weeks after my daughter was born. I needed to put on paper the realization that suddenly came over me—that at some point, we all fear being bad parents. Those who don’t love enough, who don’t give enough kisses, who don’t give something to their own children. “Bad Daughter” is a story about the relationship between an adult daughter and an elderly mother. And it’s again about responsibility—whether as a daughter or a son—toward one’s own parents. About unspoken resentments, about an urgent desire to become closer, more dear. And, of course, about the most important feeling of all—the child’s love for their mother.