It was his aunt who called me at dawn that fateful day. Because of my close relationship with her and his mother, I didn’t panic when I saw her call. I didn’t even wonder if everything was okay. I answered the call with pleasure, only to be met with hostility.
The woman who treated me with love and kindness since I married her nephew was everything but kind to me that dawn. “Someone cut a piece of fabric on my son’s shirt. You are his wife so you are the one who has the motivation to do such a thing.
Tell me, what did you do with it? Which shrine did you take him to?” Those accusations coming from her felt like she was slapping me in the face. “Mama, what are you talking about?” I asked her.
“Don’t call me mama,” she shouted, what did you do with my son’s shirt? Why did you cut a piece of the fabric?” “I have no idea about what you are accusing me of.” I calmly told her. She didn’t listen to me.
She kept asking me what I did with the fabric. So out of frustration, I told her, “If you are so sure that I am the one responsible for whatever is going on, then go and inquire from any shrine of your choice what I did with the shirt. It seems that is the only way you will believe me.” As soon as I said that, she hung up on me. The whole conversation left me confused and…Read Full Story Here…,..
