Blingy Diamond Ring

I catch myself glancing at the diamond ring on my finger more often than I probably should. It winks at me, reminding me that I am engaged. I am getting married. I will be a wife. This does not scare me. I am very ready. I am only scared that history will deny me this rite of passage into womanhood. Will it deny me the chance of having children too? I pray that the world holds on a little longer – just a bit for my dreams to come true. All the while, I forget that maybe dreaming for a little more is selfish. Time only prolongs suffering for someone else not as privileged as me.

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