Fate is predestined

When I was a child, my grandmother often said that whoever lived with whom was a family was doomed, and that girls should go to whose house to cook pots, which meant that who to marry and who to marry, could not escape.

Now that I think about it, it makes some sense.

He met her husband at the age of twenty-one, married at the age of twenty-three, gave birth to a son at the age of twenty-four, and gave birth to a daughter at the age of twenty-eight.

The two of us are the same age, both eight or three years old, but my husband is three months older than me.

When we were in high school, we were alumni, but we didn't know each other, and then we met each other on blind dates.

The first time I met him, it should have been very fateful, because there was a matchmaker at the time, who introduced me to another boy, ready to meet that boy first, the old convention on the next day.

As a result, the boy did not come back from something, the husband just came back from out of town, it should be said that someone was really lucky and picked up the leak.

My husband fell in love with me at first sight and then chased me wildly.

I felt that the other person had a good character and a good temper, so I began to associate and married him two years later.

Looking back now, if I had met the boy first, it might have been another outcome, another life.