Malva

Slavery is not always a dull gray everyday life, hungry and dirty, when the day is replaced by exactly the same day of hellish labor for survival… For her, it was slavery to hear drunken laughter until the morning, drink foamy champagne from glasses on a thin leg, dance funny dances and be a beautiful mummified monkey, an exotic that not many could afford, writing it out from beyond the distant seas.

She often recalled her childhood, sultry and spicy with blooming, fragrant gardens in which proud hollyhocks grew with delicate petals like a butterfly’s wing and with long stems that are not so easy to break.. Parents in slavery were broken very quickly. They stole the will. If you are meek when you are oppressed, you will be treated even worse as a reward. She has learned this rule for the rest of her life.
Malva hid among the thickets of pink flowers and dreamed of another life. Luxurious and carefree. About beautiful dresses and fragrant coffee in the morning.
Dreams come true. Malva, smile.