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if Sophia was alone before taking any further steps forward. She walked in carefully after seeing her sister lying in her bed gloomy and unhappy.
“Are you okay, Sophia?” asked Mary caringly, hating her sister crying despite how much they fought and argued.
“Yes, I am alright Mary,” Sophia said lying, not wanting to worry her little sister.
“I heard you two fighting again. What was it about this time? Being a physician or not wanting to marry?” asked Mary who knew much more for her age and was only four years younger than Sophia.
Sophia didn’t respond and looked coldly out the window right next to her bed. Mary understood, she had seen this all before way too many times to find it all new and strange.
“Maybe she’ll come around. I still think you should talk to Father about this, I am sure he’ll have something supportive to say. You cannot be doing this alone,” Mary advised her confidently.
“You and I both know how well it turned out last time. He didn’t say anything of the topic and Mother kept interrupting,” Sophia reminded her sadly.
“Yes, but that was so long ago! You cannot be such a coward about something you really want Sophia! You should speak with him again, there is no harm in trying. Can it possibly get any worse than this?” asked Mary skeptically.
Sophia shrugged at the suggestion, but she was desperate. Admissions would close off soon and she had very little time to convince her parents and make all the needed preparations for medical school.
Her little sister hugged her comfortingly, making sure she knew that she was supporting her no matter what, and left the room to leave Sophia alone with her thoughts.
Sophia thought little and cried much.
Chapter Two
In the evening, Sophia’s father arrived home as he usually did just as the sky darkened. The table was set with plates and cutlery, ready for dinner. Sophia had been much too upset to give a helping hand in the kitchen and so, she had stayed in her room all day. She had finally decided to speak about the matter once more with her father; her little sister’s words had inspired her, she also had no other choice.
William Hatcher kissed his wife, who was busy garnishing her freshly roast chicken hot from the range, on the cheek as he entered the kitchen still clothed in his work clothes. He lovingly petted Mary’s hair.
“Dinner is ready, Will,” Sophia’s mother said to her husband as she finished garnishing.
“I will be right there, love. Just need to get cleaned up, you know how these clothes for work make me feel!” he said, as he left immediately to change his clothes, hungry and exhausted.
“Go call your sister for dinner, Mary. She’s been so moody and angry lately and she hasn’t left her room all day!” her mother said, fed up. Mary nodded and proceeded to go upstairs, obediently.
“Come for dinner, Sophia! Father’s home!” Mary yelled from outside her room.
Just as she was about to knock thinking that Sophia had ignored her calling, the door opened. Sophia stood there, dressed and washed up for dinner, smiling.
“I am coming…before you knock and make much noise on my door,” Sophia said, walking past her. Mary was a little confused; she was expecting her sister to be in the same state in which she had left her earlier. She hurriedly ran after Sophia, trying to get past her and into the kitchen first.
“Good evening, Sophia! And where have you been?” her father asked her, cheerily.
“Good evening, Father. Oh nowhere, just busy,” she answered him, looking at her mother.
“Well come then, sit down. Your mother has made a wonderful dinner for us, it will get cold,” he ushered her to sit down.
Sophia sat herself next to him, making sure she was close enough for conversation.
The dinner went on mostly quietly with her father talking briefly about work and asking everyone how their days were. Sophia was trying to find the perfect time to say what she had prepared for in her
“Are you okay, Sophia?” asked Mary caringly, hating her sister crying despite how much they fought and argued.
“Yes, I am alright Mary,” Sophia said lying, not wanting to worry her little sister.
“I heard you two fighting again. What was it about this time? Being a physician or not wanting to marry?” asked Mary who knew much more for her age and was only four years younger than Sophia.
Sophia didn’t respond and looked coldly out the window right next to her bed. Mary understood, she had seen this all before way too many times to find it all new and strange.
“Maybe she’ll come around. I still think you should talk to Father about this, I am sure he’ll have something supportive to say. You cannot be doing this alone,” Mary advised her confidently.
“You and I both know how well it turned out last time. He didn’t say anything of the topic and Mother kept interrupting,” Sophia reminded her sadly.
“Yes, but that was so long ago! You cannot be such a coward about something you really want Sophia! You should speak with him again, there is no harm in trying. Can it possibly get any worse than this?” asked Mary skeptically.
Sophia shrugged at the suggestion, but she was desperate. Admissions would close off soon and she had very little time to convince her parents and make all the needed preparations for medical school.
Her little sister hugged her comfortingly, making sure she knew that she was supporting her no matter what, and left the room to leave Sophia alone with her thoughts.
Sophia thought little and cried much.
Chapter Two
In the evening, Sophia’s father arrived home as he usually did just as the sky darkened. The table was set with plates and cutlery, ready for dinner. Sophia had been much too upset to give a helping hand in the kitchen and so, she had stayed in her room all day. She had finally decided to speak about the matter once more with her father; her little sister’s words had inspired her, she also had no other choice.
William Hatcher kissed his wife, who was busy garnishing her freshly roast chicken hot from the range, on the cheek as he entered the kitchen still clothed in his work clothes. He lovingly petted Mary’s hair.
“Dinner is ready, Will,” Sophia’s mother said to her husband as she finished garnishing.
“I will be right there, love. Just need to get cleaned up, you know how these clothes for work make me feel!” he said, as he left immediately to change his clothes, hungry and exhausted.
“Go call your sister for dinner, Mary. She’s been so moody and angry lately and she hasn’t left her room all day!” her mother said, fed up. Mary nodded and proceeded to go upstairs, obediently.
“Come for dinner, Sophia! Father’s home!” Mary yelled from outside her room.
Just as she was about to knock thinking that Sophia had ignored her calling, the door opened. Sophia stood there, dressed and washed up for dinner, smiling.
“I am coming…before you knock and make much noise on my door,” Sophia said, walking past her. Mary was a little confused; she was expecting her sister to be in the same state in which she had left her earlier. She hurriedly ran after Sophia, trying to get past her and into the kitchen first.
“Good evening, Sophia! And where have you been?” her father asked her, cheerily.
“Good evening, Father. Oh nowhere, just busy,” she answered him, looking at her mother.
“Well come then, sit down. Your mother has made a wonderful dinner for us, it will get cold,” he ushered her to sit down.
Sophia sat herself next to him, making sure she was close enough for conversation.
The dinner went on mostly quietly with her father talking briefly about work and asking everyone how their days were. Sophia was trying to find the perfect time to say what she had prepared for in her
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