I moved to Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh, three days ago. It took me two days to unpack and settle into my cozy little apartment. This place was a gift from my maternal grandfather on my 20th birthday, but since I was in university, I’ve only stayed here for a total of about 15 days. My father had it fully furnished, so I didn’t need to buy anything.
Today, I’m finally going home to see my parents. I’ve missed them so much, but there’s a hesitation in me....my father might bring up the topic of marriage.
I’m just not ready. The thought of sharing my life with a stranger feels overwhelming. Yes, a stranger. I’ve never dated anyone, so the man I marry will feel like a complete stranger to me.
I pressed the doorbell, and my little cousin Anaf, Afser Uncle’s son, opened the door. He’s only 4 and a half, but the moment he saw me, he screamed in excitement, "Li!! Ma, Boro Ma! Look, Li has come!"
He threw his little arms around my legs, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I scooped him up, showering him with kisses. “When did my little brother get so big, huh?” I asked playfully, melting at how adorable he was.
My mom came running when she heard my voice. I put Anaf down and hugged her tightly. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she said, "You haven’t been home in six months. I only caught a glimpse of you when you dropped off Rima and your brother at the airport. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you."
"I missed you too, Mama. I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner." I held her tighter, feeling guilty for not visiting more often because of my projects and term papers.Breaking the hug, I asked, "What delicious dishes have you made for me? I’m dying to eat!"
She chuckled and replied, "Everything on the menu today is for you, my naughty child. Go freshen up, and come to the table."
"Wait, let me just see Baba first." I said.
"I'm right here, my doll," came my father’s voice from behind. He smiled, watching our reunion.
He hugged me and kissed my forehead. "You’ve gotten so thin. Go freshen up, then come eat. You must be starving."
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