She held my hand, looking at me like she was suspecting me as possessed by a woman who admired my husband for a long time.
“Is this for real? Are you true to your words? You might have misunderstood your feelings, ma'am.”
“It's true that I miss him. It is really him who I want to see. And that is what I want to happen, Amia.”
“Is it not your parents you missed?”
I sighed harshly, annoyed by the repeating questions from Amia.
“Amia, when I say El is what I want to see, El is what I want to see! Don't give me other options because that won't help ease how much I miss my husband!”
“I-Ironic…”
"Yes, Amia. I know it is the most ironic thing right now, so tell me if you will help me or you can't do something about it. I also don't want to hope for nothing,” I said, sulking at Amia becau
