Chapter 2:
Mary's POV:
     Well, I'm back home. It's not really my home, but my parent's. And I'm regretting making the decision of wanting to spend my weekend with them. What sought of parent welcomes you back from work with a frown. For crying out loud this so called thing is my life.
But they don't seem to get it.
  You're probably wondering what I've been ranting about. Like I said earlier my name's Mary, the last child of my parent. I come from a family of 6. And all three children are married except for me. They don't seem to get it, I've not seen the love of my life. 
      "Marriage isn't a thing you just into" I said to mom as she closed the door behind her and sitting on my bed uninvited. "Mary, you are 24. I hope you realize that and you're not getting any younger,you know" she said.
   "Argh, mom. Can we please change the conversation? "
  " Hmm, you're always changing the conversation. But if you say so." She said standing to her feet. "Mom, it's just not a subject I fancy"
"Well, if you say so"
That's the part I hate about her, she can be so annoying.
"Mom"
"Yes, darling"
"I just want you to try and understand that I'm not ready for marriage because I've not seen the right person." I said putting my braids into a pony tail and putting a pencil on my desk beside a draft book.  No response,wow. All she gave me, was a...