"From the Window" by Joy Rajan
I leaned against the doorpost staring out the window. I sighed heavily wishing to be out and about. I ignored my sister as she went on and on about her fianc é . In all honesty I wish I was the one getting married. For years I struggled going on date with men trying to find the right guy so that my parents will be happy. There was just so much pressure even though I was the youngest. But no matter what I did it was never enough for my family. I was worried. I had fallen in love with women before but I never knew what to do. I dated a few girls but I never told my parents. I just felt so lost. I turned to look into the store and saw my sister standing in front of a mirror. She had her wedding dress on. It was off white and it hugged my sister ’ s body ever so slightly. I always admired her; she had a great sense of style and fashion. She knew how ...