Darlene For the first five minutes, we sat beside each other on different stools without exchanging as much as a greeting. In fact, the only sound that could be heard inside the bakery was the sound of our teeth munching on the delicious mini salted chocolate tarts I had baked. And maybe, the sound of my mother's conscience calling her out for allowing my father sell me off to an unknown man in marriage; that is, if she was not here to try to convince me even more, on behalf of my father. She was the first to break the awkward silence, "You know we love you, right?" She inquired. Usually, when she asked, I had the answer at the tip of my tongue, but at the moment, I was not so sure anymore. When my mom realized that I didn't plan to give her an answer anytime soon, she continued, "Well, we do. Your dad... I don't know what has come over him but I'm sure he still loves you very much." I scoffed. "Really? If he did, I don't think it would cross his mind to sell me off. I don't t
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