Out of no where, she felt a tap on her shoulder and when she looked up, it was Betla. And what she had never seen on her face, she saw them today, which were tears. Aranya quick turned to look at her as she firmly held her hands. “You can curse me, hate me, or even take something I love the most, but please, bring him back, Betla. You know I can’t loose him, right? You know he has become a huge part of me and I love him so much, Mother.”
Instead of an anger, or the outrage Aranya had expected from her, she felt as she pulled her and softly hugged her. She began to draw some soothing circles on her bag and they all burst into tears. With a muffled voice, Betla began to speak, “I know that you love him, Aranya. And I could never get mad at you or hate you for loving someone like him. He has
