It was during my mother’s refugee time. She did not know my father’s whereabouts during the confusion of war. She was depressed to be alone feeling the effects of war and my handicap.
My one eye was closed all the time. My mother was ashamed and did not have a desire to show me to the people.
This painting shows one closed eye but I was not depressed at all. My mother said I was a really bright and energetic baby.