Everything that I did not say. Ing S.

Lidia is dead. But they do not know yet. May 3, 1977, half past seven in the morning, no one knows anything but a harmless fact: Lydia is late for breakfast...

So the story of the next Laura Palmer begins (and ends) - a family story of false hopes and silence.

Marilyn is an ambitious girl from the American South, dreams of becoming a doctor in the years when a woman is more likely to be a tendency to housekeeping than a professional career; He dreams of being special in the world where she is assigned a role in advance. James - a descendant of Chinese immigrants who have arrived in the United States, all their lives special by birth, dreams of being like everyone else, merge with the situation, stop standing out. These two love each other, see each other a reflection of their dreams. But the dreams dissipate, life takes its own, and therefore parents appoint the eldest daughter responsible for the implementation of the unfulfilled. Of the best, of course, motives. Both hope that the daughter will achieve what they did not get: the mother wishes her professional realization and recognition, her father - love and popularity among peers.

The little girl becomes the center of the family universe. Her older brother and younger sister fade into the background - parents love them, but do not see, because all their hopes are focused on Lydia. And the little injured girl Lydia is trying to carry out unfulfilled parental plans day after day with all his might - because young children love their parents, cannot but love them, they want their parents to be happy, do not know how to say “no” to them. Lydia diligently chubs physics and biology, not eating the slightest interest in the natural sciences, because the mother never became a doctor, but dreams that a daughter becomes a doctor. Lydia alone goes to dancing and cinema, pretending to have fun with her friends, because his father never was friends with anyone, but dreams that his daughter was the soul of the company. However, over time, a little girl grows up in an irritated teenager and begins to vaguely guess that, perhaps, it is time to understand what she herself wants, and that you can’t sacrifice her life for the sake of parental castles.

Relations in the family - quite isolated by any standards and generally strange in conditions where the ban on interracial marriages was recognized as illegal just ten years ago - are built on defaults. For everyone inside, rage, powerlessness, and fear, and despair are quietly smoked. Everything is locked inside their heads, but no one tells anyone. The silence is also a lie, even if it is planned for salvation. Two adults and three children are silent about the important day. Parents replace reality with fantasies, give out what they want. Children squeeze their teeth and play along with the silence. Mutual understanding without words is sometimes also possible, but too fragile. And when a girl, exhausted by the need to lie for years and say “yes”, when she wants to yell “no”, decides to break out of this cell, what happens happens.

“Everything that I did not say” is a story about a lie for salvation, which does not cease to be a lie. About how injured parents involuntarily injure children. About what parents are able to make with their children out of love and the best motives. And finally, that sometimes kills silence.