A young woman, around 21 or 22 years old, enters the living room without greeting, calling for her mom as she heads upstairs. After a few minutes, she comes back down, visibly upset, wondering where her mom is. Soon, a woman in her early forties enters with a smile and asks when she arrived. The young woman, without responding, grabs her mom's hand and starts complaining about seeing another girl with 'BOSSAY,' laughing and flirting with him, which infuriates her. The mom, who had been silently observing her daughter, smiles faintly and leads her to sit on a luxurious couch. She then goes to the kitchen and returns with a tray of fruits and a cold drink. The daughter rudely interrupts her, expressing her frustration and refusing the refreshments. The mom calmly reassures her, dismissing the other girl as insignificant and promising to handle the situation. She advises her daughter to relax, take a shower, and prepare for lunch. The daughter, feeling better, agrees and heads upstairs. Meanwhile, another young girl, around 14 or 15 years old, who had overheard the conversation, enters the living room nervously. She is described as medium height, with notable features like long eyelashes, big brown eyes, and a fair complexion. Suddenly, she is harshly scolded and physically assaulted by the older woman, who insults her and accuses her of being like a witch. The girl, in tears and struggling to breathe, pleads for mercy.
She looked at her mom and said, "Mom, honestly, I was too angry to speak to them because I felt like my heart would explode if I did, so I just came home to tell you.
She just nodded and said, it's good you left her alone, don't let her disrespect you in front of him again. When she comes in, she'll explain herself. Drink this, then go take a bath, get ready, and come out for lunch before she arrives. Without waiting for her daughter's response, she continued, "I sent her on an errand, but she stopped somewhere. Hmm, she'll explain herself when she gets here, not like she can come in and find me here....
Filled with joy, the girl stood up and said, "Mom, I won't drink it, I'll just go take a shower and come out," she said as she left the room and went upstairs to her room. Her mom also went to her room, further contemplating the punishment she would give the girl when she returned.
As they entered, someone pushed the door open and peeked in. It was a girl who had been standing there since the beginning of their conversation, listening to everything. She entered the living room, her eyes darting around in fear of what she had heard and the punishment she might receive. She was a girl who looked about 14 to 15 years old, not too tall, not too short, medium height. Although I couldn't see her hair, I knew she had a lot of it because of the hair on her forehead that almost connected with her eyebrows, confirming she had a lot of hair. They say you can tell a beautiful Friday from Wednesday. She had thick, long eyelashes, tall stature, big white eyes with brown pupils that looked sexy, and when she looked at you, it seemed like she was sleepy. She was very fair-skinned, almost like blood would come out if you touched her, but due to life's hardships, her brightness wasn't very visible. She had a sharp, pointed nose that made you think it could poke your eye if you got too close. Her small mouth was pink as if she had applied something on it. Her chest was slightly developed, not too much, and her hips and buttocks were proportionate to her body, not too big, not too small, just right....
She hadn't finished her thoughts when she heard a loud shout. She turned to run out but was stopped by another shout, "Where do you think you're going? If you dare leave this living room, your mother will give birth to another in the afterlife if that's possible. Oh, I forgot, you don't have a mother. That useless old woman gave birth to someone like you if she could. A wretch who looks like a demon with eyes like a witch. Who knows, maybe you are a witch, you certainly look like one....
Feeling the sting of the words, she turned slowly as if she had no bones in her body, tears streaming down her face like rain, washing her face. As she approached, she suddenly felt a strong grip on her neck and her ear being twisted as if it would be torn off. She quickly raised her hand to hold the spot but felt her
