He likes to look at himself in the small mirror in the kitchen every morning, smile at himself, and then leave for school.
I picked up the vegetables and looked up, just in time to see my reflection in that tiny mirror.
How long had it been since I properly used a mirror to touch up my makeup?
I used to be such a proud white-collar worker.
The reflection in the mirror showed me with a sallow complexion, sagging skin, and my once bright eyes now lacking their original sparkle due to years of hard work.
After having two sons, I rarely exercised, and my middle-aged figure had lost its appeal to the opposite sex.
What should I do if Olly remarries?
The children must be supported; they are still young.
I stood there, aimlessly, with the water in the kitchen flowing away.
"Hey, do you need help?"
It was Olly's voice. I snapped out of my daze and saw him looking radiant and energetic, like a man in his early thirties.
It's true that women age easily. I've lost my shine after staying home all these years.
"Has she left?"
I asked carefully. Olly didn't answer directly.
"Just a friend."
He washed a tomato for himself.
"What kind of friend?"