Her mind spun with fragmented memories—none of them making sense now.
And then, as if the floodgates had been opened, the memories came crashing in, overwhelming her.
She remembered the day she was only ten, sitting on the floor of her small home, the smell of burning firewood thick in the air. It was the day her father-in-law came, dressed in his fine suit, a kind smile on his face.
"Ruby, would you like to become my daughter-in-law?"
She had looked up at her parents, who exchanged unreadable glances.
"If you marry my son, you will never have to worry about food, clothes, or shelter. You will be part of my family, and I will care for you like my own daughter. I will let you study. You will be free to do whatever you want."
She had been too young to understand what it meant. But her parents—eager to secure a good future for their only daughter—had quickly agreed.
That night, as she lay in her straw bed, she whispered to herself, I will study. I will learn. I will become someone important.
But when she was brought to this house, to this life, the reality was far different.
She woke early every morning, served tea, cleaned the house, followed endless rules. A daughter-in-law must be respectful. A daughter-in-law must not speak back. A daughter-in-law must sacrifice.
And so she had.
But it hadn't been enough.
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Seven Months Later
The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh soil and ink, a reminder that the world, though forever shifting, still carried traces of the familiar.
A small boy, barefoot and grinning, ran through the village streets, clutching a sealed envelope in his tiny hands. His voice rang out with excitement, "Sister Ruby! Sister Ruby!"
Ruby's gaze lifted from the desk, where she had been working tirelessly, her fingers moving fluidly across the parchment. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, her posture straight, composed—an image of the woman she had become in these months. The transformation was not just in her outward appearance but in the quiet, determined fire that now burned in her eyes.
Once, those eyes had sparkled with innocence, with a naïve hope that clung to the belief that love could save her. Now, there was only resolve. A promise to herself that no one would break her again.
The small boy's jubilant voice brought her out of her reverie. He nearly tripped as he reached her, holding out the letter with an eagerness that only a child could possess.
"Sister Ruby, I just got this from the postman! It's from the Governor!" His words came out in a rush, the excitement clear on his face.
Ruby's lips curved into a small, knowing smile, a rare softness in her expression. She reached out, ruffling his hair affectionately, her voice warm as she thanked him.
"Thank you, Mr. Little Postman," she said, though the boy seemed too consumed with the delivery of his message to notice the weight that had settled in Ruby's chest at the mention of the Governor.
With steady hands, she took the letter, breaking the seal and unfolding the paper. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes skimmed the words.
The world seemed to slow around her as she read the contents. The document—official, weighty, irrevocable—spelled out a future she had not dared to dream for herself or her village.
Ruby's breath caught in her throat, and she stood frozen, the letter trembling in her hands. The sun shone down on her and the village office, casting the space in a golden glow. The dust of the earth swirled, the scent of fresh soil mingling with ink, but Ruby was lost in the enormity of the moment.
Her gaze slowly lifted to meet those of the villagers around her. There was a hushed murmur as they gathered, sensing that something monumental was about to be revealed.
One of the elders, a man in his late sixties, stepped forward, his voice low and gravelly as he asked, "Miss Village Chief, what is it that has made you smile like that? Is everything alright?"
The world felt distant as Ruby turned to face him. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, the air thick with the weight of what she had just read. Her heart pounded in her chest, louder than the rush of her thoughts.
Finally, she spoke, her voice quieter than she intended, but it carried the weight of everything she had worked for, every tear, every sleepless night. "Uncle… it's an official document," she whispered, her eyes locking with his.
The silence that followed was palpable. Villagers leaned in, drawn by the gravity of her words. She held up the letter, her hands trembling but resolute.
The air felt electric.
"Official document?" one of the women echoed, her voice barely audible.
Ruby nodded slowly, her lips parting as she braced herself for the words she had longed to say. "Yes," she said, her voice steady despite the storm brewing within her, "The Governor has declared our village a district, and… he has appointed a County Executive for us."
The gasp that rippled through the crowd was like a wave crashing against the shore. Eyes widened, mouths hung open in disbelief. Ruby could feel the pulse of excitement mixed with awe. It was happening—the shift they had all been waiting for, the change that would transform their lives in ways they couldn't yet comprehend.
But Ruby could feel something else too. The weight of it, pressing on her chest, almost suffocating. This moment was monumental, yes. But it was also a reminder of everything that had come before. Of everything she had lost.
The elder blinked in disbelief, his voice shaking slightly as he repeated, "You mean our village?"
"Yes," Ruby replied softly, her smile deepening slightly, though there was a shadow behind it. "And the Governor himself will be here within a week."
The room fell into stunned silence. Ruby stood there, surrounded by the murmurs of disbelief and joy. The village—her home, her life—was about to change. But she couldn't shake the feeling that in this moment, with everything transforming, she was also on the precipice of losing something important.