25 Years Ago
The morning sun filtered through the window, casting a golden glow over the modest kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the earthy fragrance of the damp soil outside, a reminder of the previous night's rain.
Gumamela stood by the stove, absently stirring a pot of rice porridge, her eyes drifting to Wile, who sat on the wooden bench by the doorway, fixing a small c***k in his leather shoes. Felipe hummed softly from outside, tending to the newly planted vegetables in their small backyard garden.
Their life together had settled into an easy rhythm—one that was neither extravagant nor perfect, but whole.
It had taken time, of course, but as days turned to weeks, the quiet young man had earned her trust and her love.
Gumamela watched him, her heart swelli
