The little girl looks at mirror. She thinks why she is behaved like a slave. She cannot find her guilt. Her innocence is understood from her glance but why does nobady comprehend this? What does the life want from this little girl? Every night, when all the people in the pavilion g oto their beds, she goes in front of the mirror which is an inheritence to her from her dead mother. She sits, makes up and watches herself for hours. She wants see her mother by looking herself. She wants to grow up but on the other hand she wants to play with her little artificial baby. She cannot decide which role she must play.