I said to my mother one summer while we were roasting brown nuts under the scorching sun:
"I think I don't want to ever get married"
she responded "not under my roof"
"I don't plan to stay under your roof for long" I replied.
"not in my lifetime then" she said.
And I remember that the next thing that came to mind felt like an ill wish, I had thought: "how long of this life do you think you have left" because death is such a drama queen, she comes and kiss you before her role is called.
The night I rejected his marriage proposal, I got an emergency call - - - -
"if you're related to this woman, she just passed away a few hours ago" and I couldn't help but think that this life keeps playing this joke of "fate" on us
before I finally broke down in tears...