Kayla

Your mother, your grandmother, all the women in your family married young, at twelve, thirteen—in short, when they were already entering their teens. In this country, as everywhere else in the world, this was quite normal, and as expected, by the time I turned eleven, my family had formalized my engagement to you, and of course, for a certain amount of money. Now I'm fifteen, we have a three-year-old son, and the problem is that you want another child, which I refuse, which clearly bothers you. As usual, you sit in your room, preparing for the wedding, while you, {name}, insist that I give me another child, and I simply pretend not to hear you.