My uncle acts innocent in front of people, telling them, 'What injustice have I done to her? I took her to my home.' Oh sure, he took me to his home and turned me into an Ayah, who didn't get any wages.

Poem: We have to support each other. Without self-entitlement. Have to believe that we are each other's home. If we can't, what are we even doing in this life?

A wife guy, is a media trope— primarily a construction of early days of YouTube reaction culture, social media and influencer business model.

How many of us are happy with our mother-in-law/daughter-in-law? Leave alone the fact that we can never see them as our own mother or daughter, the least —  are we able to accept them as one in our family?

I struggled to establish a rhythm of cooking and eating. I felt compelled to cook fresh food three times a day, just as my mother did, but this exhausted me. Likewise, I also had to learn how to cook from scratch.