Mary Johnson ~ The Paid Bride

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break; she was clearly furious, but words seemed to fail her. I couldn't blame her-after all, I'm the mod

g he hadn't heard a word. But I caught the fai

d demanded, "Aren't you going

d, "What do you mean 'say anything'?

furious. "You're just going to let our daughter decide not to

tered, mimicking Mom's tone, "Becky Jo

at Dad's imitation, while I just

rned to Dad with a p

wered, withou

ing to do something li

possibly know that?"

some serious pushback. He should be breathing down my neck right now,

id, "No, no, Mom, I'm sure Papa knew exactly how today woul

oing to leave me alone u

defi

halted, staring at me "you are your mother's daughter; you care too much, so i

e. "I can manage, papa, don't worry about me." I

ed all these years just for her to what? Throw it away?" Mam

ade, who are we to stop her, as long as s

I am saying," M

I didn't imagine I could give up my long-time dream just li

cause I am starti

t you are looking at it from the wrong angle," I sai

is th

chieve it all, but not right now, and I am not throwing away my dreams; I am merely just changing it. Instead of dreaming for myself, I am dre

doing at home? We are not rich, and in this corner of town, to get a bette

n the farm. I can even sell some vegetables and fruit in the c

y time talking sense into you? You

nd here I thought I

ught wro

nd looked at me, "You are exactly li

hocked expression, "You..

head, that's funny,

r at the dinner table, and once again, the smile retu

taking this bold step, even if it meant sacrificing my edu-cation; I was st

much of a pain the whole