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Oh, Mother," Mom begins to translate the text at the bottom, "I met a world that tried to steal me from myself. My body, a glass pot in their hands..."
"Thrown away, smashed against the tiles when they were done..." Maasi continues.
"But I held my own hand and held yours. I made it to my wedding day..." Bibi Jee nods her head.
"And here I am, oh Mother," I finish the sentence. "Here I am marrying myself.
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