My Maidenhood
I didn’t know how to respond. I was not even sure I was supposed to say anything. “should this woman be telling me something like this?” I muttered to myself. “did you say something?” she asked “no Ma, I was only coughing,” I said. It was Papa who sent me to the boarding school because of Big Aunty’s obsession with redesigning the shape of my head. “Can I come in?” Papa asked, few minutes after…