Chapter 13: Unintended Heartbeats Amidst the Sound of the Shuttle​(အပိုင်း ၁၃ - လွန်းသံကြားက အမှတ်မထင် ရင်ခုန်သံ)

The Heartbeat Behind the Loom​To my dear readers,​Every story has a soul, and the one you hold in your hands—"Wild Rose Pride" (မာန်နှင်းဆီရိုင်း)—is the very essence of mine. It is not merely a product of imagination or a collection of fictional scenes crafted for entertainment. Instead, this manuscript is a living tribute, a bridge built between the past and the present, and a testament to the life of the person I love and respect most in this world: my mother.​Writing this story has been a journey of profound discovery and emotional labor. To translate my mother’s real-life struggles, her silent sacrifices, and her unyielding dignity into words was a challenge that often left me breathless. As I sat down to write about the weaving sheds, the rhythmic sound of the wooden shuttles, and the delicate scent of raw cotton, I wasn't just writing a book; I was walking in my mother’s footsteps. I was trying to feel the texture of the silk threads as she once did, and I was attempting to