SHE, enters the restaurant with a scarf covering her head, not even one hair is visible. SHE enters pushing a baby stroller. On her back, covering her entire ass written in white crystals you read “bebe”. The kids enter behind her and her husband is the last one, with angry face, looking to the sides controlling it all. The airport restaurant is empty but of course, SHE, the husband, the kids decide the best table is the one just next to me. The little girl, the only girl in