In the morning, the redhead woke up with a strong and unpleasant feeling in her chest. She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling. For long minutes she didn't move, she began to breathe more and more heavily because she felt a lot of pressure.
She felt she betrayed a part of her, her family which was something she believed in.
The redhead was so angry that her little yellowhead baby, for whom she had been waiting so long, would not follow the path of Judaism, but would believe in this impure religion called Christianity and believe in error.
The redhead closed her eyes and felt prickling and painful thorns in her hands, her hands fell asleep and she couldn't move them.
A few minutes passed, and the redhead tried to move her hands again without success. It...