"You are growing up. It's time for you to find yourself a good man," said mother as her fingers caressed my hair, pullling away tangled strands.
An unsettling feeling pooled in the pit of my belly.
I was fifteen. I was still so young to be married in my opinion. Yet, in this society girl's were bearing young. I didn't want that life for me, but I still wanted to make my mother proud.
I did the only thing that would end this conversation. I smiled and nodded my head.
The lie had been set.
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Salamander12's Art Book
Random"Every artist was first an amateur."- Ralph Waldo Emerson Here are a series of artworks and photos I have compiled as an amateur artist. Just about all I have posted includes a short written story scene because artworks tends to inspire that in my...
