daimon-50238322 @daimon-50238322
I remember the day I was born in the Mongolian steppes like it was yesterday. My mother wrapped me snugly in a warm fur-lined blanket and passed me into my father's hands. His eyes sparkled as he gazed at his new daughter, but little did I know that our lives were about to be turned upside down by war and famine.
The memories of those early years are hazy, but I recall being taken on horseback across the vast expanse of Asia with my family, leaving behind everything we knew. The wind in our hair, the sun beating down on us, and the distant howls of wolves were all that filled my young ears. We eventually settled near a small village where we lived in a humble abode made of wood and animal hides.
As I grew older, I began to learn the traditional ways of Mongolian women: sewing, cooking, and weaving fabrics. My father had high hopes for me, but I longed for adventure beyond our little village. Little did I know that fate had bigger plans in store for me... |
