I'm just like my mother when she was 22 years old. Yes, I should be polite and I should be shy, and I must say "yes" or "no" to a man even though I feel like crying or dying.
I'm just like my mother when she was standing in the kitchen and making their dinner through her tears even though she wanted somebody who could make her feel alive.
I'm just like my mother was when her father hardly tried to wipe her tears when she thought about refusing.
I'm not ready for it. I'm in love with another. I can't understand anything, and I don't want to understand what they are planning to do. I also don't want to bring shame to my family by marrying my lover. I just would like to live with him.
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