She patiently helped me pronounce English words properly without making me feel small, and she talked to me about saving money, building something meaningful, and thinking beyond the limits of our town.
No one my age had ever made me feel like my future could stretch beyond the workshop, the debts, and the dry land surrounding our home, and with her I finally believed I could become more than what I had always known.
And yes, I fell in love with her in a way that had nothing to do with money or comfort or appearances, because I fell in love with how she listened to me like I mattered.
When I told my family about my decision, everything exploded into anger and disbelief that shook the entire household.
“That woman has you completely manipulated,” my aunt snapped while crossing her arms tightly.
“You are looking for a mother figure, not a wife,” my cousin added with open disgust.
“She will use you and throw you away when she gets bored,” my father said with a mix of anger and disappointment that cut deeper than the insults.
