Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Who im i? :: essays research papers

Who are you?Who I am well.Im a heterosexual female. Im 19 years old and I was born in the 20th century. For a girl like me to have a boyfriend in this eld is like- ok I have a boyfriend and? But in the 20th century, 50 years ago for my grandmother was really different. She is always telling me accounting about her life and in one of those story she told me she got married at the age of 13. (I didnt find that a big deal) because now a eld the girls get married in my country at the age of 11 o even 10. She told me be quiet and listen to me. When I got married I didnt know my husband to be. I met him the same day I was going to marry him. I said why? My parents choose him for me and in those days in town got married in the same way. - I was still playing with my dolls she told me, when she was telling me that, I felt bad because I understood what she was fix to tell me, she was force to married to somebody she didnt know. In those days that happened very often and there is noth ing you could do about it. But I wanted to know what was all that about. My great-grand father was a very rich a powerful men and he had a lot of business all over and about his personality you can imaging how he was in those days. He never liked to unleash but in some cases he did loose a lot of money. He got business with a man called Julian. Julian used to live very far away from my grand- father house really in other town. I dont know what happened between then but I know that my great-grandfather gave is own daughter in unification to Julian. (Dont ask me what the reason is) my great- grandfather is still mad at me because I tried to manipulate him. I just wanted to know the solid story about his business and my grandmother. But he didnt say a word after the manipulation thing. But it looks like he married his daughter with other powerful men like him and they both could handle good business together. That marriage didnt last long because he was a cheater and even though my grand mother was young she knew somehow learn what was good and what was bad.

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