April 1, 2011
It was the fall of 1962; Khrushchev put the fear in my mother's psyche. The threat of nuclear missiles launched from Cuba to the United States left her in a state of panic. She was thirty years old, with five young children under the age of seven. Crying uncontrollably for weeks, her doctor advised my father to institutionalize her for three months. Electric shock therapy was the treatment. I, being just two years could barely grasp the absence of my mother, my primary caretaker, the love of my life. I cried those three long months wondering if she'd ever return.