Woman of the Universe #1

                            Eight past Nine she read , looking at her watch. The road appeared to be rather endless today, after a long day at work. All she seemed to do in life is work. There was no way she could make it home before Nine thirty tonight, she thought. Sitting by the window in a bus, the breeze ruffled through her thoughts while she waited to get home. Eyes focused at the view outside, she looked elsewhere. She'd see her home, her children, whom she hadn't seen all day. She hardly saw them these days. The moment she'd get home, she would have to prepare dinner, after which she'd have to take care of other chores. Once again, she experienced that sudden jolt of ambivalence, that feeling which she couldn't seem to get rid of. Yes she wanted to work and fulfill all her responsibilities well, but at the same time she felt this stinging guilt in her heart. She felt guilty to wish, sometimes, just for sometime, to live. 
Every once in a while she'd have this dilemma, where she felt like she couldn't take it anymore. This life, these bindings, this meaningless work... 
But one look at them and she'd forget everything; all her pain would vanish. For her children, she would do this, everyday, each day,for the rest of her life. As her children were her happiness, their dreams were hers now, her life was theirs now.