Personal Narrative: A Humorous Wedding

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I blink away the sleep from my eyes as I hear a light knock on my door. After several seconds, a female servant steps in the room and tells me that breakfast is about to begin. I look out to window to see that the sun has already started to rise, signaling the start of the day. With the servant’s assistance, I carefully dress myself and rebind my feet. The servant, whose feet are unbound, helps me walk to the room where my family will be eating breakfast. However, before eating, I must pay my respects to the ancestors to ensure good fortune as my other family will already have done. When I arrive at the table, my father and two brothers are already seated. I sit down, and after a few minutes Mother, Grandmother, and my brothers’ wives join …show more content…

She had gone to live with her husband’s family, and it was lonely without her. As the youngest of four, I am the only unmarried child. However, I will reach the age of marriage in a little over a month and will soon be married. My dowry is large, my feet are perfectly bound, and my family is from the upper class, so I will have no shortage of suitors. My father and the matchmaker will work together to find me a suitable match when the time comes. Marriage frightens me, though. I will have to move out of my house and away from my family to go live with a strange man. If I cannot bear children or fulfill my duties as wife properly, I could be divorced, and my family would be shamed. Mother, Grandmother, and my brothers’ wives have been teaching me the household responsibilities of a wife over the past few months so I will be prepared when I am finally married. I must always be submissive and dutiful towards my husband, and I will help my husband’s mother manage household affairs such as the management of servants and supplies. Additionally, I will help the other women of my husband’s household organize ceremonies and …show more content…

We must make all the preparations for the food and other items necessary for the ceremony to occur. We work for several hours until Grandmother allows us to take a break. Usually, I read or write during my free time. Father and my brothers bring home books sometimes that they allow me to read. Most recently they have brought home The Golden Lotus and The Dream of the Red Chamber. However, Father will only allow me to read The Golden Lotus, as he says that The Dream of the Red Chamber is too harsh for a young

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