The time on the clock is 2 o'clock at night. Darkness is all around. No one can understand the horrible way that one's life can be filled with blackness in blackness without witnessing it. Ish! What a terrible howl, but it is silent. Well, does anyone understand these silent cries? Or can they not be heard? Life was going well with the caress and love of everyone. Fate is real but suddenly changed. If so, why this cruel barbarism against me?
Thinking about all this, Monar looked in the mirror uneasily. Ah, he covered his face with both hands with a faint scream. After a while, he seemed to be walking slowly towards the mirror. He tried to touch his own reflection in the mirror with his hands a few times. That's why Mona doesn't believe it. Or someone else! But that's not going to happen. This is me, this is me, this is me (I sat down on the floor with my words in my mouth).
Today is the 15th day he has returned from the hospital. He has realized how difficult life can be in this day. Until someone goes to him. What is their fault? Seto can't think for himself. Russell never came to see her. Why would he come now? He will not give place to Mona in his life.
After a while, Mona stood up in front of the mirror again. She tried to smile a little. But, the line of laughter did not appear on her face, but it hurt more in the wound that had not dried. The J line is no longer visible. One side of the whole face is completely glowing. Ishish, how much my father liked his smile, his smile or like the famous painting 'Mona Lisa'. That's why he named her 'Mona' and just called her Mona Lisa. He used to say 'My Mona Lisa' with great joy.
But what acid attackers take away the laughter of all Monas like him in this way. Well, what was wrong with Mona was just protesting the injustice. That is why he had to be punished like this. The only life he had was, the call of that affectionate 'Mona Lisa' from his father's mouth would never be heard again. Torch of light. No one will come as a light. Baba will not call and in that name, why would he call? He doesn't have that smile anymore. Mona is sitting on the floor and muttering with her head on her knees.
He did not know when the morning was over. He knocked on the door and broke his meditation. He heard his father's voice from the side of the door.
'Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa is my mother, open the door mother. Look, it's dawn. There was light all around '. What I knew was that a faint smile appeared on Mona's lips.
