a Nich

ss. She smelled fresh like a rose and came into my room with Agnes, who

rom her hand. I walked over to my chair, sat down

"Hurry up. The driver is already here. Why didn't you do your makeup? You know you'll

wn, I had no intention of pleasing a man to whom I might be

front of my husband. I'm perfectly okay just as I am. If I pretend with

tarily speechless. Finally, s

od. If not, I will be back here, as

She said, "You nag a lot. Just hush, and ev

my mother downstairs while Agnes took

found my father standing in the center. He was still i

ged man greet my fathe

ure you return on time," my father said to the man, who was

driver replied, before my

ara

yes again. Even when I attended school and studied accounting

able to return home to live with my parents like I used to. The farms we visited, the harvested

oint in a person's life, they must shoulder the responsibility of

off. You can always return home to us if you don't like the city, but I won't expect yo

ather was talking about bringing my future children h

legacy and ensure there would be someone to look up to in the coming years. Some

rged me, and I walked up to his side. He wrapped his arm around me and

. I waved goodbye to my parents, uncles, and aunties,

eing married off as if I had been sold. My parents wore sad

nly going to the city to multiply and

I blew my nose, knowing I looked a mess. I watched the c

ome. Stealing one last look backward, I saw my mother crying while my fathe

w the drive would take hours, as it was far from th

hoping to distract myself and see the fac

form we use in my country, to b

g plenty of likes and fears of fake parody accou

w many people with the same name, and finding the real Darling

ne alongside my parents'. It was easy to connect with old family friends, especially those from w

profile, I gasped when I saw the famil