Going out with her at night, we hold hands like lovers. She will drag me like a child when she sees fun and delicious food, and she will show her national character and dance enthusiastically when she hears the concert in the bar. She brought me joy and made me forget my ex-girlfriend who broke up in a long distance. We had a buffet in the casino and she told me her story for the first time. She came here two years ago when Canada first introduced refugees.
She 17 years old. After I arrived in Turkey, I did all kinds of coolies and black jobs. At first, I lived in a pigsty, worked day and night in the factory, and had no money to eat a meal. Two years later, she met another refugee from their country and became her boyfriend. After they lived together, life was a little better. Unfortunately, that life was full of sexual violence, and she still has a broken rib. After five years in Turkey, she finally came to Canada.
She was arranged in a small town, supported by a few hundred dollars for a year, learned English, learned to care for cardiac resuscitation and so on, and also learned Farsi to take care of the elderly in nursing homes. I came to a big city in the second year and enrolled in a junior college.
I live a plain life. Hearing this opened my eyes. Maybe I began to like her out of sympathy. Coincidentally, she listened to Persian songs and just heard that I love you. She taught me to say I love you in Persian. Then we didn't meet for a week, not for a day, just like Sanqiu. When we meet again, we have crazy sex for two days in a row. She took me to see her best friend, her sister who came together in Turkey, and videos of her family.
We cook and eat together and study and watch movies together. From the day she left Iran, she decided not to be a Muslim. Like ordinary people, she has no restrictions on eating, drinking and living. Have a drink with me on holidays. She knew that I was sore in fitness, so she gave me a massager on my birthday.
I sent her clothes. She is actually beautiful, but for economic reasons, she always dresses simply. I bought her clothes and bags, but she always refused to let me buy them, saying that we would keep the money for later use and let me do business after graduation. We have always been happy.