She sank into the mirror, admiring her beautiful white face, checking her figure and dress. She would stop at each part of her face to make sure she was in the best shape, turn her face to see it from different angles to determine the best angles for her nose, mouth, and the roundness of her face, notice the reflection of light and shadows, and lift her head up to allow the light to fall on the largest area of her face, giving it the glow of a transparent crystal lamp. Her delicate fingers with long, colorful nails go into her dyed hair to fluff a few hairs here and there, and her hands go down to her dress to tug at some of its edges and turn left and right, admiring her slender figure, then she smiles to herself, a smile that quickly fades into its opposite, accompanied by a long, hot exhale. A bitter stream that had been running in her mouth and throat since she woke up in the morning, making her feel nauseous, she lifted a glass of water from the dresser in front of her, took a sip, then put it back, the young maid rushed towards her with the cell phone and called out, "My master is on the line."

She didn't turn around and kept staring at the mirror, then blinked her eyes as she felt the stream of bitterness running through her mouth and throat again, sipped some water again, took the phone from the maid's hand and said: "Hello... hello... No, no, no, no... I'll keep the baby with the maid. You know I have a pilot newscast today... No, I can't postpone it... I've worked in obscure TV stations for a long time and joining this famous station is a dream come true for me. Ugh! Baby, baby, baby. You always want to own me. You don't care about my future. I can't stand this treatment anymore. We'd better go our separate ways. Goodbye." She threw the device on the bed and was about to shed tears, but she knew that if she did, she would ruin her outfit, so she controlled herself, looked in the mirror at her red eyes, breathed regularly, trying to return to normal, and drank more water, trying to overcome the bitter feeling that was making her nauseous.

She looked at her watch and made sure she had enough time before she had to go to the recording studio. She went back to check her makeup again and noticed that hairs had grown above her upper lip. She panicked and brought her face closer to the mirror and looked closely, she couldn't believe her eyes. She almost fainted as the image of her mother wearing her traditional costume and growing an unmistakable black mustache under her nose flashed in her mind, and she panicked as she imagined that she had inherited this mustache from her mother. She opened one of her dresser drawers, fighting the bitter lump in her throat, took out a small piece of tape and stuck it on the hairs, then pulled it tightly and the skin turned into a red spot. She checked in the mirror again and found that some hairs had escaped the grip of the tape, so she pulled them out with tweezers, making the spot even redder. She was convinced that the viewer's eye could see the imperfections in the anchorwoman's face no matter how much she tried to hide them. She quickly applied a large amount of powder to the redness and sipped a little water. She got up, trying to make sure that everything was okay and that she was ready to go, while her only child of five years entered the room and grabbed her dress and hugged her legs. She called the maid to take him away, and the maid rushed to him, and removed him from her legs, kicking his legs and calling: "Mama! "Mommy! Mommy. Take me with you." She didn't pay attention to his crying, as she used to leave him with the maid, and he used to make a lot of noise whenever she did that. She wished her child didn't exist, so she could get out of this marriage easily and easily, and when she was about to leave the room, the phone rang, she picked it up from the bed and answered while feeling where her mustache was, and when she heard her husband's voice, she quickly hung up without a word and threw the phone back on the bed.

She thought about how she got married to her husband, and her memory went back to the first days of her marriage, in those days she considered him a treasure thrown to her from the sky, he is an educated and wealthy young man who fulfilled all her wishes from the villa to the car and gave her the opportunity to join the high society she always wished to join, even her dream of becoming a TV presenter was realized through one of his important acquaintances in one of the official stations, and today she discovered that he is a selfish, domineering, traditionalist, jealous of her successes, and that if she had been a little patient, she would have gotten much better from him, thanks to her beauty, wit, and good presence. As the days passed, she discovered that he was a selfish, domineering, traditionalist, and jealous of her successes, and that if she had been a little patient, she would have gotten much better than him, thanks to her beauty, wit, and presence, and today she would not allow him to stand in the way of her brilliance. She walked down the long corridor of the villa until she reached the parking lot below. She opened her car door, started the engine, pressed the radio, and the parking lot door opened and the afternoon light flooded in. She backed her car up, and the car shook a little, so she knew that she must have stepped on one of her son's toys that he often forgets there when he returns with his father from abroad, then she got out of the parking lot, and when she went a little farther and was about to drive off on the main street, she saw her maid waving her hand, but she ignored her and went on, as the maid must have wanted to tell her to bring something from the house, and she remembered it at the last moment.

That day in the studio, she recorded the best programs of her life, and she felt like she was going out on the surface of the earth for the first time in her life, and when she returned home and darkness was about to fall, she found police cars and her husband's car in front of the villa and bloody tire tracks clear on the ground, and the maid squatting next to the parking lot door and crying. She felt a flood of bitterness running from her mouth to her throat to her intestines and almost lost consciousness under the weight of the nausea that possessed her, she could recognize her husband's eyes as two red embers that were about to launch two bullets at her. With great difficulty, she pulled herself together and asked the police officer what had happened, to which he replied with an enigmatic smile: "Looks like you crushed your child with your car, ma'am."