Seven Times I Came, Seven Times You Didn't
Farming, carrying firewood, climbing mountains, working from dawn till dusk—everything depended on their legs.
Grandma's eyes reddened. She knelt down and gently held my leg, her voice cracking with heartache. "Silly child, why don't you ever take care of yourself? That man has broken your heart a million times.
"Now that you've ruined your leg for him, how are you supposed to live the rest of your life now?"
I looked down, tears silently falling onto the back of my hand.
Of course, I could feel pain, exhaustion, and fear. I used to always hold onto a small piece of stubborn hope, believing that if I tried just one more time and waited a little longer, I would eventually get what I wanted.