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"I'll be good to it, don’t you worry, mama. And thank you again for the cat.

You're the sweetest mom in the world, ”Ann says as they walk up the stairs.
Lissi does not answer, she walks with loud steps up to the second floor. Every

time she walks, it makes a noise. Her red sandals with high heels need to be

sealed, so when she walks, it gives a proper slap and echo when the hard plastic
hits the concrete stairs.

"It's pissing, Mom, it's pissing!"

As Ann takes the kitten out of the safe, warm blouse and wants to put it down
on the floor, it shrieks and drizzles a warm beam over her hand.

“Ha, ha, ha! Now you have to dry up. It’s the same thing with babies and young
children. Now you have to learn that it is your responsibility. I'm not helping you,

you know."

Lissi's shoulders drop a little, she relaxes when she's home. She takes off the
sandals and studies them, turns and turns them in her hands.

“Look, I can't even afford to get a few new summer sandals, but you've got a cat,

and we need food and now cat food. Don't even make the slightest of trouble, I'll
go completely crazy, okay?"

"Yes, yes, I've got it," Ann says, crossing the path to the toilet, which is just
beside the flat entrance. She takes the toilet paper roll out into the hallway,

where she had placed the kitten on the floor, and begins to clean up her pee. The

kitten is quite stiff and follows each movement with a curious look.
"Hurry up, Mummy needs the toilet," says Lissi with angry, yet weird sound in

her voice.

Ann puts the toilet roll back in its place, lifts up the kitten up and strolls out into
the kitchen.

"I’m sorry I've been so negative all day. It’s just one of those days, yea," Lissi

says. “I'm just so endlessly tired. It is hard; I have to do it everything myself now,
neither Grandma nor Kell are there to help me anymore. "

"Tomorrow, when I get home from school, I'll vacuum," Ann responds eagerly to

please her mother.
They continue to eat in silence as they look down into the courtyard, where

some sort of Turkish bazaar and party is being prepared. Five men work
diligently to set up stalls, and Turkish music sounds from a large stereo system.