ANAISHA βΏ
βWhile I was drying my wet hair with a towel, my eyes caught the sight of my sleeping husband in the mirror. My cheeks instantly heated up. Flashes of the reception came to my mindβhow firmly he took a stand for me. He protected my right to choose, which even I had forgotten; I didn't need anyone's permission before choosing something for myself or asking before wearing the color that gave me peace and soothed my heart. I had stopped wearing white, maybe because at that time I didn't want to add to the already difficult heart condition of my mother. Or maybe because I was tired and didn't want to see more hatred and disgust in my parents' eyes for myself.
Hii π¦ Just a girl trying to write stories that make space deep in your heart the kind that stays with you forever and trying to achieve her goals. Every bit of support from you helps me stay motivated. So if you feel my work is worth it, please support.π€β¨
Write a comment ...