My happy ending?

I am a confused individual. My ears are dead, they have always been dead. I am no warrior with a wicked blade. I am no princess of a faraway land. I have no illusions of greatness. But I know, what I know. And that is worth enough in it's own right. He freed me. He helped me and I chose to return to the town where it all began. I wish I didn't let her go. But I feared that I wouldn't be good enough for her. Therefore I stand again in this simple and mundane land. I returned to what is familiar. I am always present. Always watching. I ask for little. Because by asking for little, I avoid fallacy. Hardship is what motivates me. I give from an empty cup. Then I fill it in secret. Ry was right. I am soft. But more hardy than the westerners. Maybe I will settle down and find a good man. But each day, a happy ending, it seems like a child's dream.  At least when I work, I do not daydream. By the ancestors. I miss them, I miss them all. Although, I couldn't keep up with them. Nor did they have a place in my world. Pots and pans, the fat man's terrible memory, my master's horses. Through it all, I will continue to endure. Because that is what strong women do. That is what good women do.