For Ten Years I Raised My Son Without a Father—The Entire Village Mocked Me, Until One Day …..
The Beginning of Everything I was twenty-two when I met Thanh. He was visiting from the city, staying with his aunt for the summer. Everything about him seemed dazzling—clean clothes, a confident air, a charm I had never encountered in our small village. We met at the market, where I sold vegetables from my family’s tiny garden. Thanh bought cucumbers he probably didn’t need, just to talk to me. And I, young and hungry for more than the monotony of village life, fell instantly in love. For three months, we