My mother sent a wedding book.
The groom is my bones and the bride is my skin. Seven souls are the sons, three souls are the daughters, and the internal organs are laid out like a banquet.
I thought she was being scammed until the bride in the video lifted her hijab to reveal my face.
There was a scar on the back of her hand—the same scar that had just disappeared from my body.
After returning to the village, my mother urged me to recognize my relatives, and the clan members were waiting for me to sign my signature. They said that by signing the marriage contract, the whole family would be reunited.
But my skin wants to be a bride, my bones want to be a husband, and even my three souls and seven souls want to live their lives for once.
The wedding hall is only open for seven nights.
I want to get myself back before we leave.
The whole village said that it was a great joy to have a whole family reunited with one person.
Only I want to know:
You are all human, what about me?
