The Headscarf

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Walking into the bedroom slowly, exhausted as she sat on the unmade bed. She turns the light on that sits on the dusty motel coffee table. She looks at a picture of her and her husband. It sat next to the light, covered with dust, and sat next to it was a glass cup with a few drops left in it.
       Her eyes then examine the room, and then her eyes land on this old wooden closet door. She then rises off the bed and opens the closed door.
       Tears start rolling down her cheek and onto her chin.While sobbing, she covers her nose with his shirt and inhales. She notices a headscarf in the pocket of his shirt. She knew that it was not hers since she does not wear headscarves.
       She takes the headscarf out of his pocket, and falling out of it is also a note. She bends over slowly and read it. "Together Forever," Emma read. She noticed a cup that sat on the table next to the picture and examined it. She noticed that on the cup was bright pink lipstick.
       It flew across the room and hit the wall. She started to throw all of his clothes on the ground while screaming and sobbing. She yelled in agony. Her voice is could be heard from blocks away. Throwing his clothes out the window.
      She stares blankly out the window, thinking about what she did wrong. She pulled a picture of her 2-year-old son out of her back pocket and laid on the bed. "I love you, my sweet, beautiful baby boy," She whispered to herself. She repeats that to herself as the image of her son burned into her dreams as she falls with tears running down her cheek.

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⏰ Last updated: May 31, 2022 ⏰

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