Most of those in my village were too respectful of my parents to say anything out in the open until they died, but I always saw the looks and the fear. When my family passed away, it became more hostile as there was nobody between me and them anymore. It's when I started seeing them for what they truly were. I'd planned to leave as soon as my brother's final arrangements were all taken care of, but it didn't work out that way.

[She could still remember when the villagers had come after her.]