She needed a break. Her back and feet were killing her.
She would love to run a marathon but not today. She touched her head wet with perspirations, and her waist, aching with every step. She loved the view before her as the sun rose from the east, but she needed her rest.
"Enough." She complained as she eyed the bench a few feet from where she stood. Immediately, she made her way to the wooden chair and made herself comfortable with her husband assisting her.
As part of the order of her doctors, she had to take a few minutes of walking every morning. They said that it would help her in her labor. But it did not mean that she had to overdo it.
Luckily, their garden on the rooftop of their apartment had ample space for her to take her stroll. She did not need to go too far to absorb a little sunshine and breathe fresh air.
