It takes a lot for a strong woman to be broken. An immigrant, educated, married, , children, teacher, built a business from scratch, and now life is trying to break her. Betrayed by the people she loved most, trying to steal the results of her hard work and efforts.
What is the lesson we’re supposed to learn from people’s suffering? Are we to stand helpless beside the strong? What is the good in that? We can admire the strength but what is its worth when in the end they are defeated?