She wakes up, goes to her kids’ room and wakes them up. Check on her phone, She has some messages. She doesn’t read them yet because she has much to do. Her kids are still sleeping. She wakes them up. Puts on her robe and goes prepare the breakfast. Her house helper is running late. She doesn’t like that. Still, she puts up with her; she does a good job. But so many problems surround her life.
Another bomb explodes in the world. Another political scandal surfaces in the news. More messages, she checks her Facebook. She places some comments. She thinks about her kids, the well-being of her family. She feels unsafe. She goes to her pilates class, feels stretched, feels strong, goes back home. Driving back, air conditioning on, she sees some kids, she looks the door. Pick up her kids from school. At home, she oversees the work of her helper. Her husband is having lunch at work. She takes a nap.
Wakes up scared, she looks at her phone, and nothing changed – more messages, more Facebook, more bombing, more political scandals. She goes to the kitchen, asks her helper about her kids. The helper tells her they are at their afternoon activities. She is not asking about her kids, but the helper’s kids. The helper says they are fine, and thanks her for asking. She checks her phone while the helper is talking. It’s just her habit after all. Before she goes to pick up her kids, she asks the helper to make sure all doors are locked before she leaves. She lives in a high-security building; she feels unsafe. In her car, she sees a homeless man. She thinks he is also intoxicated. She passes by a wall that called her attention. It’s written “wake up” on the wall. She doesn’t understand; why people vandalizewalls like that. She checks her phone, someone buzzes her. They have to go.
Her husband is still at work. She picks up her kids, takes them to dinner at a high priced fast food. She goes back home, she oversees the work of her helper. She puts her kids to sleep, turns on the tv. She asked what’s going on. Her husband arrives from work; finally. She serves him dinner; she hears him talking about the bombing, about the latest political scandal, about finances. She agrees with him, tired, she goes to bed. With her eyes closed, the graffiti wall comes to her mind. In the end, it’s just another man judging her.