Karma
My dad had a sister, who married a boy not from their nationality.
Her friend convinced her, well they were young and she was inlove? I guess.
She didn't even consider to talk to her dad, mum, siblings.
She left with a:"I will marry young", she was 18 that time.
So she moved to bosnia.
Her dad never wanted to see her ever again, sadly he died still his daughter leaving home.
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I remember when I was 3years old, her kids and me and my sister and some other cousins sat in the hallway playing cards because we didn't understood eachother.
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She visited her homecountry more less.
I mean her boys are already 18 and 20.
And her daughter married at 18 too, with a bosnian boy too.
We communicated with her in english.
She came once when I was 13 years old.
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My auntie broke up with her man.
Her daughter broke up with the man.
My uncle never wanted to see her again.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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