Long enough.

Day turns into days and night turns into nights.

My life kept on getting miserable, and all that I could do was count the day till my marriage.

Well! not that my parents want me to do a chuff marriage, but instead they just want my so-called husband to pay the dowries and that's all.

Well! I'm glad that they still respect me a little bit, by telling him to pay my dowries.

I'm still sad inside, and currently, I have just fifteen days until my marriage.

If the fifteen-day eventually completes, then I would be given to that old jerk.

It still surprises me that my parents would do something like this to me.

Though sometimes I feel that they aren't my parents because they don't render to me a love that parents give to their kids.

The way they treat my two siblings always makes me think less.

I could still clearly remember that sometimes my mom does insult me, telling me that she doesn't know why she saved my life.

The funny question is 'When?'

Did she plan on killing me after childbirth? I