No

I'm 21. He is 35. I never dreamed of getting married, I imagined myself a modern, artistic girl. I felt sick just thinking about an

contractual marriage. I wanted a real love story, just like the one that happened between my mother and father when they fell in love while playing tennis. This man had already been married. He was recently divorced.

And so I don’t agree to marry, I reject his offer. Chiune doesn’t visit us anymore. I continue to prepare breakfast and dinner for my brother. War is approaching. My poems are becoming sadder and sadder.