Childish thing? That did it.
I raised my head, eyes burning. “I love him. I love him, okay? It’s not a ‘thing’—it’s real. It’s a feeling. I love him, and I don’t want to marry his father. He’s old. He’s older than my own father. And you expect me to marry him?”
I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief and continued,
“I can’t believe this. What if it were you? What if you were madly in love with Dad, and then you were told to marry his father? Would you have agreed?”
She didn’t even blink.
“If he were the don,” she said without hesitation, “I wouldn’t have thought twice about it.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“What are you looking so surprised for?” my mom shot back, unfazed by the shock on my face. “This is going to save your parent's lives. Your
