Laila busied herself with tasks that needed to be done. There was the little one's clothing that needed to be washed, along with dishes. Each day, she thought of her mother and what she might be doing. Perhaps occupying her own mind, as Laila was doing? As she lifted a fragile glass bowl into the sink to be washed, it slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor beneath her. Her cloth shoes barely protected her own feet - a piece of glassed managed to poke through the cloth and into her foot. A slave that had been watching her shook his head in disappointment, and Laila could only sigh. They weren't allowed to communicate.