1 the first one

it wasn't a classic love story, not "true love at first sight", but, we liked each other.

Saif and I fought a lot, maybe too much, but I still adored him. I was always dumbfounded by his looks, his sense of reality and dreamy thoughts. he was perfect.

only one thing stood in the way.....

... and it caused a million problems that affect me to this day.....

I could only trust my mum in this situation, therefore I told her that I liked Saiful. she understood, but said it wasn't possible. my father, you see, is a quite traditional man, growing up in a extremely stereotypical Polish family. he hated anyone of coloured skin, unless they proved them self. when he heard of my love interest, he gave me a stern talk about how I cannot ever be near a "brown boy" as he will abuse and assault me, and misstreat me; make me a maid. but I ignored all the racism and continued befriending my dear crush