I met her during a walk in central park organized by our families. She was accompanied by her boyfriend, who walked ten steps behind her carrying her oversize purse. My cousin and I laughed discreetly, knowing that we'd never carry a woman's purse like a personal servant, or follow behind like a Chinese wife.
Less than a year later, she left her boyfriend and came to me. I had little to do with it, it was all her decision. While she was a rare beauty, I was nobody's Prince Charming. She was strong willed, independent, and capricious. Soon, she moved on to other boyfriends, and later to multiple husbands.
"That's because you wouldn't volunteer to carry her purse," said my ever wise cousin, but what did he know?
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