There is this Måd Woman that usually roam around in the Market, and anytime she sees me, she screams “This is the Woman who stole my Beauty, Please return it back!!”

My name is Amelia, I’m newly married to my husband. To be honest, he’s my dream husband, his family are so nice, and he’s also established.

So I went to the Market one fateful day to buy what I’ll cook for my husband and I. As I entered the market, I started asking for the price of the foodstuffs.

Suddenly, a woman with bottles, on rags, and bushy tattered hairs came to where I was, and screamed:

“Yes!, this is the Woman who stole my beauty, please return my face back to me!!”

I looked at her so shocked and my heart racing. “How does someone steal a person’s beauty?” I asked myself.

The market women and the crowd just told me to ignore her that she’s insane, and that she doesn’t know what she’s saying at all; they also apologized.

“Don’t mind her, my daughter,” one woman selling tomatoes said. “She has been like this for three years. She picks a beautiful face and starts shouting. Just buy your things and go.”

I had to do fast, and leave the busy market, heading to my car, but the Mad Woman was still running towards my direction.
“Return my face!! Return my beauty…”
I quickly start up the car and left.

As I got home, I was still having PTSD of what happened at the market. I kept looking at myself in the mirror. I am beautiful, yes, but I have always been this way.

When my husband, David, came back from work, I was still quiet.

“Honey, what is wrong?” he asked, dropping his bag. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
“David, something strange happened today,” I said. I narrated everything to him.

He laughed loudly. “You see a Mad Woman saying such, and you’re still bothered? Her brain is not intact, Amelia. Why are you letting a crāzy person ruin your mood?”

“But David, the way she looked at me… it was as if she really knew me. She was crying.”

“Amelia, stop it,” David said, pulling me close. “You are just too soft-hearted. Forget about her. Is food ready? I’m starving.”

I just sighed, cooked, and we ate. But to be honest, the thought was still on my head.

Later that night, while David was sleeping, I sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t stop thinking.

I have never met her before, so how did I steal her beauty? I moved to this city only six months ago after our wedding. I don’t know anyone here.

As I looked at my husband sleeping peacefully, I felt a small shiver. I remembered the woman’s eyes. They weren’t just “mad” eyes. They were eyes full of pain and recognition.

I decided that tomorrow, I would go back. Not to buy food, but to find out who that woman was before she lost her mind.

Who Exactly is this Màd Woman?

What does it mean that “I stole her beauty?”

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