Vicky is not just a little girl. For Joanne, she is her daughter and she loves her. But she is also a constant reminder of the domestication and heteronormativity that characterize her life now. This is not how she imagined her life and yet here she is. Stuck between loving and resenting her daughter. Is she enough to make life worth living? How different would her life be if she never existed? What's interesting is that Vicky has a special meaning for Julia too and it's the same one. For her, Vicky is also a reminder of the life she could have had. She probably felt from a young age like she didn't belong. That something was wrong with her. That she couldn't have all the things that her brother could. What if she was "normal" like her brother? Could she ever create a family with the love of her life?

Maybe I'm reading too much into this? Maybe I have it all wrong? This was definitely a very interesting concept and absolutely beautiful to look at. What do you think?