You are born, go to school, and attend university in search of a husband. You get married – even if he is the worst man in the world – just so that others can’t say no one wants you. You have children, grow old, and spend the end of your days watching passersby from a chair on the sidewalk, pretending to know everything about life yet unable to silence the voice in your heart that says: “You could try something else”.
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