There is a lot of abuse in this heartbreaking experience. It’s a woman’s experience of being colorless. It’s been a long time since I’ve ever had a child. I still remember that day I was in second grade that day. For a joke, I drew some doodles on the classroom board and wiped it off.
When I was growing up I had no friends because of my dark complexion I was disgusted in the faces of many when I was talking to people who stood out from everyone and even my family saw me as such. Once I was going on the bus with my brother because I was more colored than I was and when I saw that we were brothers I could not believe it.
I thought my color was the punishment for a mistake I was not responsible for. So seeing Anand at church was like seeing the light at the end of a tunnel. I fell in love at first sight. He saw me too. We started talking as friends. Slowly we started talking on the phone and even his mother said that he would get someone better than me in a year but he was lucky that he got me all but we got married no matter who he was.
After that many people looked at us and asked questions but it didn’t matter to us. We were happy in our short life. After our baby, Ryan was born many people said that I was lucky that he did not get my color. Is it possible for a wife to have a better loving husband than her courage and strength?