Pamela

My father's words shocked me, and I couldn’t imagine he might say this to me. If he wasn't going to stand by my side, then he would do so.

I blew a deep breath away, trying to do not to yell. He is my father; after all, I won’t have the guts or dare to raise my voice and yell at him, “father? What do you mean?” I asked him calmly, suppressing too much anger inside me.

“I mean, do you really love him? NO, then what makes you a good wife? Because you cook well?” my father scoffed, glaring at me.

I opened my mouth, staring speechlessly at...