I am a mother in her 30s. I just had a conflict with my in-laws and am alone with my husband. I have a lovely 3-year-old daughter. I work a nine-to-five job. I get up at 6 o'clock to cook every day. I wake up my husband and daughter at 7:30 and go to work. I squeeze in one baby every day. On the subway for many hours, the first thing I did on the late shift was to pick up my daughter. My daughter had recently rejected me and treated me as an imaginary enemy and would not let me get close to her father. I only had a little time to apply a facial mask to relax, and fell asleep while applying it, dreaming that I was back to my school days.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
