She knows everything about housework, and not only “typical women things”. She knows how to fix the stairs, put the bulb and unclog a drain, or other “typical man things”.
Anyway, from sunrise to sunset and even without a chance to see the Sun.
Her life can remind you an imprisonment or something but before feeling sorry – just look into her eyes. What do you see? Tears? If so, I’ll strongly recommend you to visit the oculist. It is an expectation. From sunrise to sunset she is serving with the magic expectation that exploding with the flame deeply in her eyes after “Tic-tac, tic-tac… BANG!”
It’s 10 p.m. and It is time to let the flame encompasses all her body! She’s running downstairs to put … no, to THROW the mop and apron. She’s running upstairs to take her dress and hat. She’s running to the kitchen to steal some bread. It is time to get out from here, even on a paltry hour.
The bridge that leads to the market is her favorite place. What do you think she is doing here? Maybe it is a boy who makes her blood boiled?
Only after ten minutes of staring on the Crow River she throws some pieces of the bread to wick flow of the river. Ten seconds later ten crows flocked to the bait. She abruptly yanked down, under the bridge, and grabbed one of them.
“Hello, my darling” she hissed before to bite off her head. Do you think she is hungry? No, she just knows how to satisfy herself.
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