100 months later.
A knock came from the door of my room making me raise my head from my table. I was hesitant to let the person in because, from the unique knock, I knew the person at the door was my mother and she must be here to speak to me about my fiancé.
Wondering how I got a fiancé? Well, it happened a few months less than a hundred months ago. My mother introduced me to her friend's daughter who lived abroad with her parents.
It was a nice thing because she was beautiful enough to compete with my mother's appearance and she had an easy-going personality that made it super easy for us to get along.
I did not mind the matchmaking because I have to say her personality almost had nothing I could be worried about. She was also sweet and attentive. I moved out of the country when I graduated and in a strange country, she was the only person I had.
