They took my parents, Now they want to take my future! — Lady cries out.

I thought the worst day of my life was the day I lost both my parents — but I was wrong. What I didn’t know at ten years old was that true loss doesn’t always come from death. Sometimes, it comes from being trapped by the very hands that once promised to protect you. I survived the poison that shattered my family, but growing up, I realized that surviving was just the beginning of another kind of captivity, one far more silent, far more cruel.

My father was deeply involved in a land dispute with some of his relatives, including my uncle. I remember overhearing heated arguments and seeing how worried my mother looked most days. My father was later poisoned just because of this dispute, and his death shattered our entire family.

It wasn’t long after we buried him that tragedy struck again. My mother also died— she was poisoned too. It felt like my whole world collapsed in the blink of an eye as I was the only child of my both parents. No sister, no brother just me in this lonely world.

I was too young to fully understand the politics and bitterness behind it, but I was old enough to feel the deep loneliness that followed.

After losing both my parents, my uncle — the same one who had been in a land dispute with my dad, took me in. Life with him wasn’t easy. He was strict and often distant, but I was grateful to have a roof over my head and someone to call family at that time.

Growing up, I learned to keep to myself and not ask too many questions. I pushed through school with determination, carrying the memory of my parents with me every step of the way.

Now, I am 22 years old, and a new kind of struggle has surfaced. As I’ve matured, I have had several suitors express serious interest in marrying me. Some of these men were good, responsible people — but every time, my uncle rejected them without much explanation. His constant reason is that he hasn’t yet seen the “right” man for me.

At first, I trusted his judgment, believing he only wanted what was best for me. But as time goes by, I can’t help but feel concerned. I have no other family members to support me or speak up on my behalf. My voice feels lost. It’s as if my future is being held hostage by the very person who once promised to protect me despite been in the mix of the mysterious events that led to my parents death.

Each rejection of suitors by him, takes away my hope, and I find myself wondering: Am I truly being protected, or am I being controlled? I feel stuck!

Right now, I’m torn between respecting the only family I have left and fighting for my own happiness.

Please, I am reaching out because I need advice. I’m running out of patience, and I fear that if I don’t take a stand soon, I may lose the chance to build a life of my own.