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Mother and Father decided that it would be a good idea to dine at the Leo household again last night. This time, Jean-Pierre was home, and we had pleasant small-talk over lime-seared prawns and moscato, which I found an odd combination but surprisingly pleasant. Jean-Pierre is an interesting enough young man, and rather attractive, so it was easy to become enthralled in conversation with him, but I did not want to get too comfortable.
I know Mother and Father. I know when they are planning something. I think that Jean-Pierre is the man they mean for me to marry. I suppose that isn't an altogether unattractive prospect. Jean-Pierre is charming enough, and seems intelligent and worldly, but it still unsettles me.
I don't want my life being chosen by my parents.
I have been contemplating flying to Japan without telling them. It was the last place I was happy.
But it's nothing more than a silly dream. I know my place.
I know Mother and Father. I know when they are planning something. I think that Jean-Pierre is the man they mean for me to marry. I suppose that isn't an altogether unattractive prospect. Jean-Pierre is charming enough, and seems intelligent and worldly, but it still unsettles me.
I don't want my life being chosen by my parents.
I have been contemplating flying to Japan without telling them. It was the last place I was happy.
But it's nothing more than a silly dream. I know my place.