The Splash of Ichor

It's a strange and scary feeling to lose your childhood. To lost the precious smile that used to grace your
face. I was 10 years old when my feet were shield by the thorny essence of customs. My beloved doll
was exchanged by sharp silverware. My tiny feet were painted in red and on the day of my wedding
everyone praised me as if a goddess has came down from divine surface. My husband who is 25 years
older than me has claimed every inch of me from the time of my puberty. Now this is my life where I do
not possess any voice and any strength .What I have is the order of my in laws and red eyes of my
husband.