2 : Did that really happen?

Two years ago, on a quiet spring night with the sounds of a light wind, I heard a strong voice coming from my father and mother's room, and after a few moments I heard a light crying sound. I was terrified and went to check the source of the sound Is it real or am I obsessive and the thoughts I had at the time were as if I was sick, all thoughts are dark I wish I hadn't sat in my bed thinking I wish I had gone and realized the matter And after a few moments I saw my mother being pulled from the door, full of blood, and my father stabbed in the heart, and all my father's wealth was stolen by thieves And the house started burning, I couldn't move from my place, I felt paralyzed, it was a strong shock for the crumbs of that age I went to the street to relax until all the neighborhood came out to help me and did not catch the thieves .

This is me. I am an orphan girl at the age of 19 without home. My parents passed away two years ago in a robbery, and now I work in the market, sewing clothes and I slept at the tailoring store a week after that incident. My neighbor spoke to me to help him with his work. He was working in the liquor store and my working time was from afternoon until midnight, I worked in that shop every day with remorse Even on the fifth day, my drunk neighbor came to me and said strange and obscene words. This was my chance to clear my conscience to be terrified of that work I stayed on the street crying while I was hungry An old woman came to me with a sewing shop I have been working there until now, and in the early morning in the spring, and on the third anniversary of the death of my father and mother, I did not go to work in a shop.

I went to their graves to tell them how much I miss you and how much I suffered and my life was destroyed after you left .

I went back to the shop and suddenly one of the biggest merchants in the town came and offered me to sew the quantity he wanted and for an attractive amount and he explains to me how much the money is and how he wants to sew I was looking into his bright eyes and his black hair like silk and the scent of perfume. He was in his twenties.

I moved my eyes left and right, and I wanted him to be my support. The first time I looked at someone with these looks, I was amazed by his beauty and the way he spoke I told him I agreed without hearing his conditions. I worked with him for a year until I fell in love with him and even he and we got married I survived the torment in which I was, we gave birth to a beautiful and sweet baby girl, and I promised her that she would not go through what I went through and my suffering with life, but this promise did not last long This is me in my mother's old hut, sick with one of the most serious diseases with my daughter who is studying at the university. I don't have much left to die. I hope for my daughter to find someone to support her.