Powerhousecreatives Contest | Photo Prompts- Stressful load

The challenge for this week is to select a photo from the proposals and write according to your inspiration addressing the theme of stress alert.

In these times of quarantine, we must as far as possible remain calm so as not to fall into situations of stress, despite the fact that the knowledge that there is a danger in the street and the uncertainty that we do not know how long we will be under lockdown causes much anguish and anxiety.

Annmarie is a devoted mother, always struggling to get by with her four children. Every day, very early in the morning, she goes out into the field with her hat to collect the harvest and then sells her produce at the market.

The children have grown up. The eldest got married and never heard from him again, nor does he know his grandchildren. The second live separately with his family and the other two continue to live with her and their respective families. The younger one's wife died recently and she was left with two small children, whom she cares for with love and patience. However, she continues to work with the same diligence and zeal but feels a little tired due to the constant struggle for life. She is old enough for those jogs.

The quarantine does not stop her from her daily work. The poor woman has to work for a living. She carries her own problems and those of her children with her. When she gets home she has to make her own food and sometimes if one of her grandchildren is hungry she ends up giving them some of her food. Her grandchildren love her very much. The daughter-in-law who lives with her only hopes that her nails won't break, so she does nothing. What an obsession with nails!

Annmarie comes from the street to work at home too. Her children don't value her and only burden her with problems; they only remember that they have a mother when they need to cry on her shoulder.

One of those many days, she went out to work as usual; after an exhausting job and a bad day, she came home a little upset. She found that she had to go back to prepare her food, the children had not eaten lunch and a mountain of dirty dishes ready for her to wash, it seemed that a battalion had passed by, and the house was in disarray. That day a slight pain in her chest made her think that it was not so heavy for her to go out and fight for bread, but rather the weight of the burden that was not hers.

Then, before the stress progressed any further, she decided to put her life in order and unload the bag of problems she was carrying. She told them that they had to take on their duties or they would have to find a place to go.