It was her wedding day. Feelings of abysmal hopelessness ran
through her veins. Rachel knew...she knew on this very day...on this day
that was supposed to be the crowning moment of a young girl's life;
Rachel knew that only hardship and unhappiness lay ahead. What
merciless twist of destiny had plunged all her hopes and dreams into
utter despair. It was as if the cursed journey had begun. And she could
do absolutely nothing to stop it.
Amazingly, her parents, her relatives, and a few guests participated
in this cruel farce with full bravura. How could their expressions feign
such accomodating acceptance. These spectators at her misfortune
knew the real circumstances of her wedding. "It was the right thing to
do!" she had heard. "It was the right thing to do" had been encrypted into
her upbringing, her psyche...into her very genes. Rachel's generous
heart was brimming; not with love, but with duty, conscious, and an
unyielding capacity for self-sacrifice.