Answer:
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?