Innocent Wedding
Stood in front of a small mirror, Kieu gently added a bit of red lipstick into her full lips. A dabbed of pink makeup on to her high cheeks bones and a light touch of purple on to her eyes liner. Kieu, then took a step backward and in the mirror, an image of a young attractive girl reflected upon it. She astonished and amazed at the transformations, a simple farm girl had now looks like a sophisticated woman. And it started to occur to her, she had never wear makeup in her life. Growing up she always saw her mother did it in front of this same mirror and it was how she learned just from watching. She had wanted to try but every time she asked of her mother, only to be told she was too young. But today is different; today’s a special day, Kieu thought. It was Kieu’s wedding.
At sixteen, Kieu was preparing to be married. She would be taking on the role of a wife and eventually a mother. In her parents’ small bedroom while music bombarding outside, playing the many Vietnamese Wedding songs, Kieu couldn’t help but thought of Tuan. The friend she had known since she started school. Through out grades school they had sat next to each other on the second row of the class. They had shares the many laughs and wonders in the world full of hope for their age. They became inseparable beyond the school playground, and together, they sneaked into the field holding hands and stealing glimpse at each other innocent eyes.
But all of that pure and unsullied time had changed two weeks ago. On her birthday, she learned her parents had accepted a marriage proposal on her behalf. Not to the boy she secretly held hand with, but to a foreign man three times her age.
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