Parul is not happy with her mother today. They don’t want her going to India —because of money, because of safety, some other time maybe —and she’s disappointed. She threw some shoes at her mother and walked out of the house, eleven miles to 520 Stewart.
She got rained on several times along the way.
She’s never been anywhere, she says, and now, forget it, she doesn’t want to go to India.
“One day we’ll go together,” I said, and she said, “No, I don’t want to go.”
I brought her to her uncle’s house. She’s not sure what will happen next. She’s even having second thoughts about medical school.
“This too...” I said, but she wasn’t ready to believe me.
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