"Life is tough." My grandma smiled, "You are a daughter first, you think of your parents' honour, then you become a wife, your behaviour reflects on his respect, then as a mother, you are judged at every step if your child misbehaves. As sisters, aunts, grandmothers, too you have to step up and look after your extended families."
"What about your respect?" I asked. "Your name? Your identity?"
"Women did not have those in my days. We barely stepped out, knew the world or dared to have a dream separate from our husbands." She shook her head.
"And how was it?" I was curious.
"I am glad things changed for the better." She smiled.
© Suranya
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