I can see her through my room window, that young beautiful woman who might not look in her best way to be seen, but what's the use of gorgeous dresses when her aim is to keep the house clean.
Sometimes she would seem sad while helping that old man walk to his comfortable chair pointed to the Television as he sits down she gets the usual dark green blanket to put on his legs so she would be sure that he won't feel cold, a smile to him before she leaves as he turns his head slowly at her without saying a word just keeping the looks of thank you, a smile that disappears the moment she turns her back to him walking through that corridor to continue the house work and make lunch, passing beside the mirror which has been placed there since she was born without looking at herself in the mirror, knowing that looking into that mirror would bring back the happy memories of her , when she used to stand in front of that mirror to make sure that every detail in her is showed the way she wanted to be seen so she would be charming as her charm passes along to those who see her, that mirror was one of the reasons to thank god for her blessing but now the mirror is one of the things which make her wonder if her love to her dad is the reason for this miserable life when she looks at herself .
Her dad that old man who's voice is not been heard but late at night crying, as his day starts with a cup of coffee looking at the blue clear sea that took from him and his daughter a woman that was at least the reason for a honest smile in the morning and now her memory is the reason for the smiles that only lasts for a moment and turn into silent tears.
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