A piece of her story

A few days ago a woman without a name, with an unknown story was found laid on the street; she was not breathing anymore and her blood was the last memory she left for the passengers - strangers who were there to see what happened.

It was the scoop of the day and media broadcasted the news from afternoon to late at night.
About 30 year old, skinny, few cloths worn, no money and a piece of newspaper containing the information on job vacancies; this was what we knew. People showing their regret whispered on the causes of her death...depression, pain, lose of hope, pressure, madness, abandonment, weakness… It doesn’t matter all this!

The piece of newspaper found behind of her body reveals a piece of her story.
Whatever, a mother, a wife or a daughter, she was a desperate woman seeking a job to survive. Everybody can suppose about her individual misfortune but what about her tragedy as a woman?
No one has announced her disappearance and she continues to be the anonymous tragedy in desperate efforts to survive.
Abandoned or not she has tried to find a job outside home in order to (probably) feed her children, parents, a disabled husband or just herself. The labor market is so limited and selective and age, sex, physical appearance, origin and (why not!) fate can decide if someone will have the chance or not. Perhaps the woman has knocked in several doors all closed until she finally, decided to stop worrying, fighting, asking and dreaming for a better life.

Of course she is not the only one who commits suicide. Many women around the world neglecting their self, denying their potential and values have stopped to live although still breathing.