Short Stories

I"ll Never Marry

  A short story

 I'll never Marry

 They say that the greatest dream of a woman is to walk through the aisle in her long white gown and to kneel in front of the altar with her beloved partner for life. But not Janina.

 As the only rose among the three throns, she is used to get all the advices, to be reminded of the rules and mostly to receive lots of critisms.

 "You are so unlucky you are born a girl," her eldest brother would often say. That would make her so mad that she would shout back a question. "Why? What's so lucky about being born as a boy?" her brother would answer smugly with his nose in the air. "Well, little lady, tell me? Who are the best worker, the best cooks? Who are the leaders of this country? Are they not all men?" Her next in line.

 Being outnumbered and feeling sorry for herself, tears would always well up in her eyes. Her younger brother trying to save her, if that's really what he was trying to do, would add. "But we thank you ladies for bearing such strong men like us." And that would always start their frequent quarrel episodes.

 Janina would say to herself that she is already immune to the quarrel routine. Days possed and Janina would slowly forget everything but she found it hard to forget what her little brother said, "Didn't they say that the hardest part of a woman's role is to bear a child? " that question would persistently pop into her mind again and again. She would often hear her mother talking about it to their neighbor the sufferings and pain of childbirth.

 "How pity you girls for making a mistake of marrying a drunkard? " Janina's brother said while they were listening to the crashing and banging of pots and pans next door.

 "Just when did you ever learn to care for the opposite sex? " Janina asked under her breath and went the room without bothering to listen to whatever her brother said.

 There she would lie on her bed unasleep for hows thinking over her brother's comments. "What if I would meet the same fate as that of the woman next door? " Fright would fill her. "That could happen to me. I will never marry! " She swore to herself.

 Once she overland her parents talking, "Time passes so quickly that one day we will wake old alone". Sadness filled her heart as her imagined her Mom lay in bed and her Dad shakily reach for a cup of coffee. "I would rather be apinster and take care of my parents when they get old."

 That was her childhood dream. The memories are still fresh in her mind as Janina walks down the aisle of flowers to fulfill the greatest dream a woman.  

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events or any incidents are only a products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance toa actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.This story may not be reproduced in any material form or transmitted to any persons without permission from the author.