Lina waved off the gesture.

“You always pick something lavish. They're well-off; save your money.

We've set aside a dowry for you."

Laura expressed her gratitude in a soft tone.

Sensing Laura's despondency, Lina attributed it to her ongoing battle with illness rather than emotional turmoil.

Encouraging Laura to rest, Lina busied herself tidying and shopping for groceries, preparing a nutritious soup to bolster Laura's health.

In her bedroom, Laura lay in a fetal position, the pain of Lina's words unearthing memories of a hoped-for wedding with a man now lost to her.

She had once sketched out her dream wedding dress, only to later tear the drawing to shreds.

Drifting between sleep and consciousness, Laura yearned for the comfort of the past, the notion that recent days were merely a horrific dream.

Awakening drenched in sweat, the harsh truth hit her.

The breakup was real, the harsh words final.

As dusk fell, Lina's gentle invitation to dinner reached Laura's ears.

With a tight embrace, Laura sought solace in her mother's presence, whispering, “Mom.”

Lina's hand was comforting as she stroked Laura's hair.

"What's the matter?"

Laura's head shook faintly. Her honesty prevailed as she confided in Lina about her lost love, breaking the silence of her heartache.

Laura's voice was barely above a whisper.

Lina's heart ached at her daughter's words.

Resting her head on Lina's shoulder, Laura's confession was a breathy shadow of hurt.

"He doesn't love me."