From the other side

The days were blurring. They both got back to work harder than ever. Kamala was getting ready for, giving the office away. Ensuring the peaceful transfer of power. Her security was working harder than ever. Making sure that she could finish her vice presidency in peace. There are multiple threats to her life, but nothing serious so far.

Kamala texted her daughter,'How about a mother-daughter press conference?' In the next message, 'i don't want to go there alone'.

The text came as a surprise, but it made Lizzy smile nonetheless.

'Of course,' she texted back, her fingers flying over the screen. 'When and where?'

Kamala smiled. It had always been like this. One text and her daughter pushed everything aside, just to be with her, help her. Through anything, she put her own life aside for her.

'There is a press conference in the Congress' she texted, her fingers moving quickly.

'Tomorrow evening' she added, her mind already thinking about the event.

'The security is going to be tight, I can have people pick you up.'

'I'll be there' kiss emoji

A small smile graced Kamala's face as she read the text.

'I'll be waiting for you'

She put her phone down, her mind now focused on the press conference the next day.

Kamala put on a warm bath for herself. She took off her clothes and got in.

She relaxed, her tired body sinking into the warm water. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh.

The water soothed her tense muscles and eased the headache she was feeling. For a few blissful moments, she forgot about her duties and responsibilities and just enjoyed the peace and quiet.

The water cancelled down the blowout she had done in the morning, her hair curling naturally.

She let her hair fall loose around her shoulders, revelling in the familiar feeling of her natural curls.

The scent of her favourite bath salts filled her nose, making her feel cozy and relaxed.

When she finally got out, the water was cold.

She stepped out of the bath, her skin pruning from the cool water. Wrapping a towel around herself, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes were tired, the weight of her duties evident in her features.

It was a long time since she had just stopped to look at herself. She thought she looked half dead. Skinnier than ever before, dark circles around her eyes.

She stared at her own reflection, hardly recognizing herself. Her face was gaunt, her eyes tired. She knew she hadn't been taking care of herself lately, too busy with work and responsibilities.

The thought that her daughter would see her like this tomorrow weighed on her mind.

She could hide everything from the public, but her daughter, it was different. One look, one move, she will see how bad it was.

She didn't bother putting clothes on. She just laid on the bed in a towel, and she was exhausted. Not only physically but mentally.

She closed her eyes, her mind racing. She was exhausted, her body and mind demanding rest, but she couldn't shut her worries off.

She knew her daughter would see right through her that she couldn't hide her state from her. The girl knew her too well, and the thought of her seeing her like this made Kamala feel vulnerable and exposed.