Run To You, But To Me
This was the first house I bought at the end of 2010. I started living there by myself in the first quarter of 2011. I worked my ass off. Sold my secondhand car to buy that house, because Mum wanted me to. I never liked the neighborhood, but she insisted. Said I should live closer to her. It felt like the least I could do, you know? Let her finally visit her eldest daughter in her own home. She didn't congratulate me. Didn't say she was proud. She said, “This is exactly what you need to do as a woman. Provide for yourself better every day. Buy more properties, land, jewellery—those things will be your safety net.” I couldn't afford furniture. Only the essentials, for the two bedrooms and the kitchen. No chairs, no sofa, no coffee table in the living room. Just a really good Persian carpet, a big-ass Axl Rose poster, and a few photos of me with my ex-boss or favorite musicians. When nosy neighbors dropped by, they made sure I heard their sarcasm: "She can afford to bu...
