Esmée is twelve years old, an age where you hide to exist. Today is her mother's birthday, but Esmée hates Sundays and their promise of identical Mondays. She wants to disrupt the system. While her mother is taking a bath, Esmée discreetly rummages through the medicine box.
Esmée is twelve years old, an age where you hide to exist. Today is her mother's birthday, but Esmée hates Sundays and their promise of identical Mondays. She wants to disrupt the system. While her mother is taking a bath, Esmée discreetly rummages through the medicine box.
