“I’ve seen it. You’ll be happy without me.”
I said calmly, perhaps too arrogantly.
Three years ago, when I learned Sarah was
being forced into a marriage with the
Thompson family, my parents hadn’t even
finished their seven–day mourning period.
I offered my parents‘ inheritance, kneeling
from one end of the street to the other.
Only then did Sarah’s mother relent, agreeing
to a five–year bet.
If she loved me, if we had a child, and no
third party interfered, I would get a marriage
license.
If I lost, I would lose everything, even my
parents‘ last earthly possessions.
I looked at Sarah’s mother, my voice choked.
“Mom, there’s no need to consider it
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anymore. I’ll leave.”
Sarah’s mother, concerned about
appearances, dismissed the onlookers.
Sarah’s carefully planned party was ruined by
her mother’s arrival.
She was still confronting her mother, and I
