Since college took me far from home, I rarely went back. Even during summer break, I stayed near campus, working odd jobs. I usually only went home for Christmas. This year, on the second day of Christmas, I visited my uncle’s house. What I didn’t expect was them asking me to marry Kennith Slaton.
Kennith, my cousin, was eight years older than me and was nearly 30 now.
When Kennith was a kid, he fell out of a tree while playing around and it left him with a limp. Because of that, he hadn't been able to find a partner and my uncle’s family was really worried about it. But I never thought they’d try to solve the problem by pushing me into marrying him.
Then my grandmother hit me with something I never saw coming, she claimed I wasn’t even my parents’ biological child. I was sure it was just a lie they made up to get me to marry Kennith. My parents had always treated me and my brother the same, if not showing me even more love.