ago, and since then, he had lived in quiet sorrow. He had no other family. When he heard of my mother’s situation, he offered the money not to purchase a bride, but to create a story that would protect my dignity.
He knew that a young girl entering a man’s house alone would draw judgment. He used the appearance of marriage to shield me from gossip. But in reality, what he offered me was something entirely different: a second chance.
Ezoic
A New Kind of Family
Day by day, I
