Marriage Forced

Chapter 1

- POV Karen Miller It's strange to return to New York where I spent part of my childhood and half of my adolescence, I have many good memories, others not so much. We leave here practically running away from my father, but this is not the time to talk about him. We came back out of necessity, we weren't able to pay the rent, and work is scarce in Porto Alegre, we are apprehensive about staying here but we don't have many options, this is our place, we don't need to pay the rent. We arrived yesterday morning and we're off to a good start, getting a job at a coffee shop, it's far from home, but walking isn't a problem for me. My mother will continue to do the daily work, I always help her as much as I can, she said she has some clients. My room is as I remembered it, no one has touched it here and I wonder if this house is still in our name. ... In the morning. “Karen, wake up!” I wake up to my mother calling me. “Come on, daughter, if you’re not going to be late.” I got up when