Those sounds were her only way out. They took her far from the bellows of her father’s insults, her mother’s passivity and the never-ending chores of village life. It held words and music that spoke of opinions and freedom. It was better than the stories her older sisters bragged of from afar. The voices became imaginary friends and she had pretend conversations with each character when the signal faded at night. Unfortunately what seemed dreamy as a child became grating later on. So she lived her adult life in silence.
