08/30/2025
It is dark, always was, the lack of sight was something that I brought into the world. Sound and smell colored my life; the creak of our old house, the perfume of my mother's rose garden.
My dad used to be nice, but by the time my mother died, he had become cold, his voice tone was rough, and his patience was poor. His words were bad, saying, You are a burden.
He thought a beggar would suit me, and he arranged my marriage when I was twenty to that man who was- a beggar.
I believe I was small, unwanted, and my heart was heavy as I went out to start a new life, not knowing what to do further.
It was a secret wedding, the air heavy with the odour of flowers, the talking of a few guests.
I was in a plain dress, and my hands were shaking as I heard the steady breaths of the groom next to me. He spoke nothing, nor by any token betrayed his feelings, save only when he took my hand, and gently closed it.
I clung to that small kindness; he whispered, hoarsely, I clung to the word I am here. Once the ceremony was over, we visited his home, a little building, the air was warm with the scent of bread.
Taking me by the arm, he said….
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