The people of my street

She divorced because she wasn't happy. She arrived alone in this big empty house, without having taken anything with her. Alternating custody now deprives her of her children every other week. The ex-husband pick them up at the end of the street and they never see each other again. So she spends her days with her eyes glued to the oven: buns, yoghurt, lasagne... When it's time to eat, she sits alone on the little red sofa and cries softly.

This was the first portrait of a 30 series.
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