Whenever I was having difficulty with kids at school or people at work, Grandma used to tell me that she had an arranged marriage with Grandpa.
She started with her wedding day – the first time she saw Grandpa. “I was unveiled, carefully. His face wasn’t special; he was anyone and everyone on the street. I kept repeating my father’s words, ‘He is from a good family and he will take care of you,’ veiling my desire to run back home to have mom’s spicy chicken dinner. I couldn’t run away.”
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