Not so difficult! I found it and corrected it. In my forthcoming book I discuss generational trauma and the influences of it on how parents raise their children ... just part of the point, but it's an important one, I think. I read the book "Sybil" back in the '70s and an image that sticks out in my memory of Sybil watching as the doctor in the white coat who made her feel safe and understood, walked away down the long hospital hall, and she had to go back home with her abusive mother. I wept the other night when a character in a movie was grieving the loss of her mother. And I cried uncontrollably whe Scarlett O'Hara arrived home after the war to find her mother had just died (I first read that book when I was 13 years old). These characters and the relationships I only intermittently had were behind those reactions, I think. Anyway, I didn't feel sorry for myself; I simply noticed and let my mind and feelings accept it. I wanted to fix my mother and sadly, of course, I could not. But if my writing can somehow nudge others to seek help, it's a wonderful hope and thought that drives me.