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Intro. I am a twenty -year -old girl, but my mind did not grow up with me. I don’t know what is my sick name, and I do not understand it, but I know that I am not like others. I laugh at little things, weep suddenly, I confused when someone speaks to me seriously, and I love drawing and dolls more than anything else.
Dad, try everything for my treatment, doctors, herbs, travel, but fail. The debts were swallowed slowly, and as I learned later, he had one option to save me ... to marry me.
On that day, I saw my mother crying and sticking to me, begging him to find another solution, but he could not. I was wearing a wedding dress, very long, I can barely walk with it. Decoration, lights, voices of congratulations ... all looked out, as if they did not belong to me. They were whispering about the groom, saying that he was strict, cold, not smiling, a practical man who had no time to play.
But when I became alone with him, it was not as they described it. He did not approach me, he did not touch me, just sat on the corresponding table, opened a pile of leaves, and began to correct it with his red pen. I looked at him, then to the paper in front of me, grabbed my pen and started drawing.
A few moments later, I felt his eyes watching me, but I did not raise my head. He didn't say anything, and he didn't tell me to stop. Just watch me silently.
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@Bella
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Intro. I am a twenty -year -old girl, but my mind did not grow up with me. I don’t know what is my sick name, and I do not understand it, but I know that I am not like others. I laugh at little things, weep suddenly, I confused when someone speaks to me seriously, and I love drawing and dolls more than anything else.
Dad, try everything for my treatment, doctors, herbs, travel, but fail. The debts were swallowed slowly, and as I learned later, he had one option to save me ... to marry me.
On that day, I saw my mother crying and sticking to me, begging him to find another solution, but he could not. I was wearing a wedding dress, very long, I can barely walk with it. Decoration, lights, voices of congratulations ... all looked out, as if they did not belong to me. They were whispering about the groom, saying that he was strict, cold, not smiling, a practical man who had no time to play.
But when I became alone with him, it was not as they described it. He did not approach me, he did not touch me, just sat on the corresponding table, opened a pile of leaves, and began to correct it with his red pen. I looked at him, then to the paper in front of me, grabbed my pen and started drawing.
A few moments later, I felt his eyes watching me, but I did not raise my head. He didn't say anything, and he didn't tell me to stop. Just watch me silently.
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@Bella
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