I AM THE FIRST LADY

g against the beach as if echoing her inner turmoil. The sunset on the horizon in its w

the hurt as vast as the sea itself and heavy as a lead. Yet underneath the sorrow was an underlying

fore the knot was tied between herself and David - how wors

ad and mind. She stared intensely into the raging waves of the waster as thoughts of suici

and her words of solace and encouragement tormented her mind - she realized they were all fals

her feel she was no more than trash that could be tossed aside. The betrayal hurts deeper

screaming and gnawing at her to end the torment, she fe

ut David, his stern and hoarse voice echoed in her mind, his desperate attempts t

eyes fixed on her father as he paced the rug in their living room. H

s voice was laced with urgency, his brow creased with worr

d her father. "You don't know David like I do, Dad. He's a good ma

you, Sarah. It's not right." He doped out, trying to cajole the unwavering decision of

bit as she fixated her gaze on him - his c

." He insisted, his tone matching the look in his eyes as well. "You have to s

of him trying to bad mouth, David. "You have no right to judge him, Dad. You

ed tension. James took a step closer, his voice pleading. "I just want w

t a mistake, Dad. I love him, and we're getting married." Her tone was laced wi

and James's patience snapped as he raised his voice.

the floor. "I can't listen to this anymore!" she declared, her voice quivering with anger as she st

before it was too late. She hated herself for not heeding her father's w

ssly pushed away. She knew she was foolish to have doubted his wisdom and choose love instead. The

rying her tears as she knelt before the headstone. Her mother had passed away from a s

ng for her mother's comforting embrace. If only her mother

her a small parcel, his kind eyes filled with a glimmer of understanding and compassion. Sarah had ne