Just another woman you saw

Her hair is up. You can see she tried to make it look nice this morning, but at some point she just gave up.

She has dark rings under her eyes. Sometimes she forgets to put on makeup. Sometimes she just asks herself: what for? For whom?

She's wearing jeans and a knitted sweater. She wears the same jeans a few times a week. It's the one that looks best on her. It's the only one she's bought since she became a mother.

You see her everywhere: on the train, in the underground, at a restaurant, eating with another mother, in the supermarket, trying to shop for food while the kid is sleeping in the stroller, early in the morning, rushing somewhere, looking like she has no time and probably forgot to do or left something at home.

Most ppl might not even see her.
Once in a while an old lady might smile at her, or a man might offer some help taking the stroller down the stairs where there is no elevator.

She notices most woman that are like her. Spots their faces among all the others. When she sees one, she thinks: "she must have been up all night", or: "she seems so much in love with her child", or: "how is it that she looks so nice and pretty?"


She looks like them all.
They are all mothers.
They are not all the same, but they can understand each other more than anyone can understand anyone else.