just one more year, please..

i came with my parents to this country when i was a little girl. we are part of a large community of people from my parent’s home, and it is with these people that we have been raised, my brother and i. as is the custom of our people and the custom of our home, i will obey my parents. i will not bring shame to them, their house or their community.

i am a junior in college here in america. my parents informed me that they have picked a husband for me, a fine man, and that i am to marry this summer. he is from overseas and will come to work here in the summer.

he is finished with his education and is a professional in his carrer and well able to take a wife and the responsibilities of a home. my parents know his family well and the families have been talking about this since i was first born. he is chosen for me, and i for him, and that is the way it is. i will be his wife, and a dutiful wife, and keep his home and his children, as all wives and mother do.

i just don’t want to get married this summer. i want to finish college first. if only i could speak to my father and ask him for one little year, one little year to wait. i will be a good daughter and bring him many grandchildren and i will be a good wife, i promise.

and i am exited that they have found a husband for me, and i look forward to meeting him and pray every night that he likes me and that he will be a good husband and that i will be a good wife. but my heart cries out for one more little year, just one more year, please..