“How can I put up with this misery then?”
I was mute. She was blind. Her desire of bearing him a daughter had blinded her. By now, I noted, she was caught in a dilemma. Should she be realistic and stop dreaming about her lover? No, she couldn’t. Because she couldn’t. Should she forget about her fond wish and live like this forever? No, she couldn’t. How could she stop desiring something she yearned for? The fear had been swallowing her, and grew more terrifying each year as she grew old. Because she knew she wouldn’t be always the same - her face would wrinkle more and her body become misshapen. Now was the best chance to hold a seed to plant his root.