I am the prototype of a German mother. At least according to the definition of such a mother in Elina Penner’s latest book “Migrant Mom”. I come from a West German academic household, money was never a problem, we had everything and my mother gave up her job when the third child came. And much more important: my father left his shoes on in the house. I always found this a little uncomfortable, perhaps unhygienic, but I was never aware that this was one of the main differences between my family of origin and a family with a migrant background. Because this difference seems to be so big that Elina Penner devotes an entire chapter to it in her book.
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