“So you moved to a brand-new place, with no family, and you just stayed there until you got married?”
“It’s ironic, isn’t it, that a letter I thought no one would ever read could end up causing trouble years later,” Ima says, giving a soft laugh.
I don’t say anything. I’m not really interested in analyzing the situation. I just want to know what that letter was all about. Why it exists in the first place.
“It must have been strange for you to read it,” Ima says into the silence. Her voice is so warm, I want to cry.
“Yes,” I say simply. It doesn’t encapsulate a quarter of what I’ve been feeling the past few days, but it doesn’t matter; Ima understands.
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