She lived in a world between the present and the past, between reality and imagination, a world that could only exist within her; a world that was her own. She was a girl with empowering dreams. She was a young woman with intense ambition and burning passion. But she became an empty woman with overwhelming regrets.

Looking back at her life, she saw love found and lost, a family that vanished right before her eyes and success that no longer holds any value in her life. She spent her entire life working hard; trying to prove herself. Her work paid off. She was praised, rewarded and looked up to. She became successful and wealthy. The perfect picture of a businesswoman, on the outside at least. However on the inside she turned cold, heartless, ruthless, intolerable and ultimately bitter.

On the day of her anniversary she stood in front her bedroom mirror. Staring back at her was the reflection of a lonely, divorced, forty-five year-old woman filled with nothing but regrets. Standing alone in her empty room, she remembered the husband that she drove away with her crammed schedules and late-night proposals. The husband who did everything possible to please her, but was never appreciated. The reflection of a smiling young girl’s photograph, which hung on the opposite wall, reminded her of her daughter. The daughter which she had always resented having and neglected her whole life; the one who shipped herself to college on another continent, just so she can be as far as possible from her absentee mother. Yes, she remembered her family and all the missed birthdays, holidays and vacations which she didn’t spend with them.

She paced aimlessly around the room for a few minutes. Then sighing she gathered whatever strength she had left and reminded herself that regret won’t bring them back and that life goes on. Returning to the mirror she carefully applied her make-up, zipped up her dress and prepares for another day.

The sound of her stilettos is heard on her way up the stairs, after a long and exhausting day of work. Once again she stood alone in her vacant and lifeless room.  She lay in her bed with a lit cigarette and an old photo album. As she flipped through the pages, she was reminded of the happiness she once had but has long forgotten. She places the album on the side table and turns off the light. The room turns pitch black and is as silent as the grave. However in an inaudible voice one word said by a longing mother breaks the silence, ‘Nora’.

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