Mary Letter Day Two

Happy are they who have not walked in the counsel of the wicked, nor lingered in the way of sinners, nor sat in the seats of the scornful!

 Their delight is in the law of the Lord, and they meditate on his law, day and night. 

They are like trees planted by streams of water, bearing fruit in due season, with leaves that do not wither; everything they do shall prosper. 

It is not so with the wicked; they are like chaff which the wind blows away. 

Therefore, the wicked shall not stand upright when judgment comes, nor the sinner in the council of the righteous. 

For the Lord knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked is doomed. Psalm 1

Dear Auntie,

Well, Mama started asking me many questions about my flow. She said she was concerned as it was not normal for a girl of my age to miss one or two. I finally had to tell her that it was true, no flow, and I was terrified by it. She was kind and said she would have a wise woman take a look at me. Mama looked at me funny but didn't say much more and we went on with our housework. I was hoping that would be the end of it but no!

Later on, Papa told me that we had to talk. He was finished working when he said it and was getting cleaned up for supper. Mama was quiet and I knew something was up. It was a silent supper, and I could eat next to nothing since I was such a wreck. Finally, Papa asked was it true that I had no flow and I started to cry. He got a bit angry with my tears. I couldn't stop crying. He finally screamed "what have you done?" When I could get words out, I told him nothing at all. I have not been with a man. I said,  "even if I wanted to, Jospeh only visited when you were both around." I might have yelled a little through my tears. I rushed off to my room and threw myself on the bed crying. I know it was childish, but I am so full of emotion, and I don't want them angry with me.

Later, Mama came and sat on my bed, stroking my hair. She said Papa is scared for me, that all, and they would figure things out and take care of me. Papa came in too, finally, and told me we would find a way. Auntie, I'm very scared. This is so hard and I don't know why this is happening. I'll write again soon.

Much love,

Mary