There was pin drop silence in the living room as Nikita's mother stared at Joel sitting in a threadbare armchair that Nikita's mother had picked up at a yard sale.
“You will marry her,” Nikita’s mother demanded of Joel who was sitting in their living room with crossed arms.
Joel looked at Nikita, her frail arms were hugging her body as she looked at him apologetically from her place on the couch.
“What do you want Corazon?” Joel asked softly, staring at Nikita who looked like she wanted to drown into the floor.
“I wanted to go to college….I want to get my degree,” Nikita squeaked out timidly. She looked at her mother. “Mama how am I going to do all of this?”
“You will mi vida,” her mother said patiently. “You both will,” her eyes moved to Joel. “You will marry her. I will care fo
