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Grade
10

“Now you listen here,” my mother said, in her smooth native dialect, setting my bags down with a soft thud. “To be a young woman as privileged as you is a blessing. Do not take this for granted.”

She held my face for a second and squeezed my hand. “Your skin is whiter than milk and your hair as black as the night sky. You are lucky to be such a natural beauty. It was easy to marry you off to a good family.”

A few seconds away, a small carriage was approaching, led by a young foal.

“Remember to bite your tongue; do not talk back to your new mother-in-law.”

The door opened.

“And don’t come back to us.”

A small foot stepped out.

“You won’t be our daughter anymore, but your new family’s.”

A veiled woman drenched in silk walked towards us. “Make us proud to have made you.” my mother whispered in my ear, like a soft song I would never forget.

I felt her shuffle past me as I inhaled the last of our family’s memories. And then with an exhale, they were gone.

My new mother walked to me and smiled.

 “Come, my child."

State
CA
Zip Code
94132