The story that I carry inside me
This is not just my story.
It is the story of my parents... and everything that came before me.
Before I was born, there was a girl of eighteen too young to understand how life would change overnight. She didn't grow up with the comfort of being protected; instead, she became the one who protected others. She carried responsibilities far beyond her age, living a life between school, home, and endless work.
And there was him a hardworking man shaped by struggle, chaos, and a life filled with pressure, politics, and habits that reflected everything he had survived.
Two completely different lives. Two different kinds of pain.
Yet, they were bound together in a way the world would never stop questioning.
My father was not just a stranger to my mother... he was family. A connection that turned everything more complicated than it should have been.
And my mother still so young was expected to live a life she never truly chose.
This is a story of silence, sacrifice, responsibility, and survival.
A story where love is not always simple, and life is not always fair.
But most importantly...
this is the story of how everything began before I even existed.