September 10th, 1982
Dinner last night was delicious, not to toot my own horn but even though I do not like cooking or baking I do make a great meal. I believe that if I didn't have to do it every day as a chore I would like it more pleasantly... well maybe.
My mother wouldn't stop bringing up the topic to my brother about marriage and kids and how all of us girls are going to be married before him and he needs to find a nice lady. So my brother who just wanted his mother to stop talking about it told his mother that he found a nice lady who he plans to marry and have children with. I haven't seen my mother that joyful in a long time. She wants grandkids clearly. I know the outcome of this, disappointment and sadness in my mother's eyes. I think her seeing one of us marry and have children makes her feel like she filled our father's shoes and took care of us.
Goodnight.
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The Journal Of Martlina 1882
FantasyThe Journal of a young woman living in 1882, when writing and reading were just granted to women. When a man runs the world and a woman just lives in it. A story about finding love, war, and balance just to survive.
