She told me I was just like my father,
We never spoke of it,
I still hear it.
~Arranged Marriage Child.
Yours Truly,
Hind.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers From The Wonderer's Soul.
Non-FictionWhen does pain become virtue? When does survival turn into resilience? When does it all feel less heavier? Every thought I couldn't speak out, every moment that shaped me, endless rants of everything and nothing.
Her Burden
She told me I was just like my father,
We never spoke of it,
I still hear it.
~Arranged Marriage Child.
Yours Truly,
Hind.
