Antonio Herendez agreed to marry me-thus making my visa permenant. His father is pleased, I'm hispanic-apparently that was the only requirement for his daughter-in-law. I tried to cook, but the omelettes caught on fire. I contemplated tossing myself into the flames to end this misery.
I'm pregnant-there's no way to tell who the father is, especially since I was used so...shamefully. But I survived...I think. My pregnancy means that Antonio and I will marry in a quiet ceremony in the garden. I don't know if I would do the same if I were him.
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