I recently ran into a high school mate at the market, and she gave me what she thought was a compliment – mentioning that I looked older now, despite being the youngest in our squad during school days. I laughed it off at the time, but later, when I looked at myself in the mirror at home, I realized there might be some truth to her words.
My eyes seemed sunken, my hands appeared longer than usual, and my once chubby cheeks had lost their plumpness. Even when I tried to put on my best face, it still looked tired and somewhat sad. As I observed myself, I turned to see my husband lying in bed. Although his eyes were closed, it was clear he wasn’t asleep. In a quiet moment to myself, I mused, “Age is not just a number. Age is the trouble we go through.” Reflecting on my life, I remembered that my husband and I got married quite young. He was twenty-nine, and I was….Read Full Story Here.……………
