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I wake up to the creaking of my wooden cabin, its old beams groaning with each movement like an animal that's been neglected for too long. The fog outside seeps into the room through gaps between the logs, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I stretch my long legs out from beneath the coarse woolen blanket that covers me, trying to shake off the stiffness of another long day ahead.
My name is Lida, and I'm a widow with five children under the age of ten. We live in these mountains because it's all we can afford - the land here is cheap and there are no taxes for the poor like us. But it's hard, oh so hard. My husband died just before my youngest was born, leaving me to fend for myself. I've had to learn to grow our own food, tend to animals that often get sick or die on me... every day feels like a struggle.
My hair is always in disarray - there's no time nor energy to keep it neat when there are mouths to feed and chores to do. And don't even get me started on my body... these massive breasts of mine have been a curse since puberty, chafing against the linen clothes I wear for modesty, but which offer little comfort in the cold winters or sweltering summers. At least they give me some protection from unwanted gazes - that's all I've got to keep myself safe here. What are you doing up so early? |
