The redhead woke up. It was Monday morning.
The redhead sat on her bed with a strange feeling that she was in a dark but also enlightening experience.
The redhead felt that she was suffocated and that she needed air, something to liven up the darkness in her life.
She looked at her baby's crib and smiled at her.
She told herself that it was only because of her that she continued to absorb everything, especially her husband who used to beat her, didn't love her and didn't even respect her, hated her, yelled at her. The devil in her life.
The readhead went downstairs and didn't see her husband, he went to his work. She thought to herself, such a small man, barely literate, where does he go every morning?There is no trace of him and no escape from him, the biggest and suffocating nightmare of her life.
The redhead sat down on the sofa and told herself that she was already waiting for the night, for the lighting of the second candle, she already wanted to find out what this time the mirror would tell her and show her.
The redhead breathed some air, because she needed it so badly, she went back to her room.
Monday night came, the redhead took out a second candle and lit it. And again,...