#Chapter8
The wedding-02
What will I do? Will I leave them in the street? Will I stay with them to suffer hardships and needs? Will I see remorse and anger in my father’s eyes if I do not marry? Will I see uneasiness and loss of a future in my mother’s eyes if I do not fulfill this marriage to Dario? Will I do not allow my sister to go to college or get a degree? So many things influence me to stand here before the priest and all present. A lot influences me to get married.
/"Tatiana?/" articulates the priest. I try to understand what he means. /"Do you accept?/"
/"Accept what, Father?/"
I feel the tears roll down my cheeks, cold and heavy.
Darío tenses beside me, and I release his hand to entwine mine.
His coldness is like a heavy mist that takes up all the space, the air, my surroundings, and what little quiet I allow myself to have.