ra's
ss. She smelled fresh like a rose, and she came into my room with Agnes,
er hand. I walked over to my chair in the room and too
up. The driver is already here. Why didn't you put on some makeup? You know you'
ntention of pleasing the man to whom I might be married.
my husband. I am perfectly okay like this. If I pretend with him, what
chless at first. She finally
od. If not, I will be back here, as
"You nag a lot. Just hush, and everyth
ollowed my mother downstairs while Agnes t
found my father standing in the center. He was still i
ged man greet my fathe
sure you return on time," my father said to the man in
driver replied, and my
ara
in my eyes again. Even when I went to school and studied ac
gain to live with my parents as I used to. I thought of the farms we visited, the harvest
e time in a person's life when they must shoulder the responsibil
you off. You can always return home if you don't like the city, but I won't expect y
father was talking about bringing my future kids hom
tinue my family lineage and to have someone to look up to in the coming
ed me, and I walked up to his side. He patted me closely and reassured me th
waved goodbye to my parents, uncles, and aunties, who ha
eing married off, as if I were being sold. My parents also wo
nly going to the city to multiply and
blew my nose, knowing my face looked a mess. I watched the
me. Stealing a final glance backward, I saw my mother crying and my father hugg
would take hours, as the city was far from the countryside where
t least to find something to distract my min
sed in my country. We commonly used Faceboo
ikes and reactions and dealing with fake parody ac
w many people with the same name, but finding the real Darling
gside my parents' names. It was easy to connect with old family friends, especially those with
rofile, I gasped as I saw the famili