JOSHUA (LIFE STORY)
At first, we didn't know what it meant, or what it would mean, to be betrothed from childhood.
No one ever told us or explained what being engaged entailed. We were just children, seven and eight years old. Estefanía would turn eight three months after me.
"Niece?" Estefanía asked my father. Her mother glared at her because one of the things she had taught her was not to question. "Sorry for the question, sir."
"Come on, Minerva," my father spoke to Fanny's mother, "it's just a question. These two need to understand that once they reach adulthood, they will get married. Didn't you tell her they were engaged?"
"It's not necessary to tell her. It's something that has to be done," Minerva raised her eyebrows arrogantly. "It's not like they have any choice, and it's fo
