“My mother is my hero.” I looked at the city lights and closed my eyes, my head still resting on his shoulder. “She gave birth to me alone, she raised me up alone. I was always taught to not follow her steps and give myself up for a man that I thought that loved me. My mother was kicked out of the house for one simple mistake her made. My mother was always afraid for me, of the bullying I would receive, the rumours, the shame and dishonour. I did. I received it all. But I coped with it as a child. I learned to be modest, I treated myself as a pearl, untouchable to the hungry hands of men. By the time I was a teenager, all those things, they never bothered me. However they always bothered my mother. And I hated it. I hated seeing my mother so insecure, so vulnerable. When my mother fell in love with your father, she grew even more afraid for me, for her. Getting married to your father is one of the biggest decisions my mother has faced. I honestly didn’t want a new father, let alone a brother. But my mother, she was slowly coming out of her shell so I smiled for her sake.”
“You have a tough past. I had heard about your mother’s past from my father. I never thought of asking you. I didn’t think it was appropriate to ask. Please do not take my words wrong, but I’m glad whatever happened with me and you happened, because then today I wouldn’t be sitting with the world’s most stubborn and cutest sister!”
