Seemingly, she was untouchable, like a soloist without an audience, full of sorrows that no one could understand. The faces were strange and felt even stranger when a great fear of facing these masses grew abruptly inside her. She admired many of those happy couples with their child walking in between. But she never envied them. Watching her children bumping the cars and riding the cockhorse happily, she asked herself. If ever I become a single mother, would I be happier?