Uncoming

yes I say yes. The emissaries sit straight on the sofa, all in black. They will wait until my parents give an answer. I sit next to them, ice crawling through the skin, a knot, a voice, a dizziness. I am seventeen, my friends go to parties, I stay at home. My mother says the rosary day and night, she give me her blessings and tell me how lucky I am. I will have no more worries, I would save the family. Nothing will ever happen again, no one will touch me. I sit down and start the journey.