I have visited my home country in Central Asia last year and experienced one particular family's life where I stayed overnight before going to see my own relatives. This family, quite wealthy for this country, had an absolutely disfunctional atmosphere at home. In the poem I am referring to the woman, who is the mother of the family and basically the boss. I could see through the fassade, she was unhappy, fearful, drinking a lot and manipulating the whole family. She felt triggered by me and was very impolite (to say the least) and jealous even though she agreed to having me as a guest at first. I tried to look beyond her anger and I saw a broken heart and a totally confused person.