Fate of a daughter
I looked at her wide eyes, which seemed to smile at me.
Her small fists settled around my middle finger, never to let go.
Standing in the dark alley, I decided to change the fate of my daughter.
“She will not die, like her two elder sisters,” I resolved.
“He is the best son-in-law you could get,” they told me. “Good job, decent family background.” I wanted the best for my only daughter.
I happily, yet tearfully sent my daughter away with him.
After seven months, she returned to me, burnt and bruised for life.