THEIR LOVE STORY!
Story By SaRaH, How Her Parents fell In Love!
Ever wondered how your parents fell in love?
True love stories never have endings
FAMILY IS FAMILY
“So Mom and Dad,” I said, looking at my parents, “how did you fall in love?”
Sitting at the dining table, I don’t know how this suddenly popped up in my head, but I wanted to know how they met.
My younger brother looked at my parents with expectation.
“We got married,” my Dad replied.
“Whole story, whole story,” my brother Sebastian chanted.
My mom blushed.
Most people find it awkward when their parents act all lovey-dovey, but I find it cute and adorable. I think it’s amazing how even after twenty five years they’re still so in love.
“Come on dad,” I pleaded, “We’re grown up you can tell us.”
“Eww,” I heard Arabella, my sister mutter.
“Okay,” my mom said, “So it started a little something like this.
“I was young, and so was your dad. I used to go to the market every day to get groceries because our household was pretty big, and we had no boys. And because it was completely safe back then and there was no such thing as ‘men go get food and women cook.’
So, I was at the shop getting vegetables, and I was some cents short, and your dad was the only other customer there. I just saw him standing there, staring at me. He was small, smaller than me. And cute.
He paid up for me. The next day I went up to him to give him the money, but he refused to take it. Every day I tried, but your father wouldn’t budge. We started talking then, and your father was actually older than me, he just looked like a kid.
And I found that adorable because I always wanted a little brother. We laughed and played around, carefree, the way kids do.
We moved houses after that, and we went a little far. The day before I left I sent a letter through my sister telling him that we are moving.
When I went to the new shop near our house, I saw your father coming my way on a bike.
He said he likes the vegetables here more. We met up like that all the time, and whenever we couldn’t, we sent each other letters through siblings.
I grew older, and my younger siblings got the responsibility to bring groceries. We exchanged letters and glances from the main street.
My parents found out soon afterwards, and they sent another guy for a marriage proposal.
They were against boyfriends and love and stuff like that. They believed and lived for arranged marriage.
“I somehow contacted your father and told him so. We decided to run away. We collected money and everything, and a day before my wedding with another boy, we left.
We snick off and got married in a deserted place. We had strangers agree to become our witnesses,
We lived together quite happily for quite a while, when we heard my mom got really sick.
We went over to her place, and both families accepted us a couple and we all lived together. Then when my parents died we moved out, and then we had amazing kids.”
EVERY STORY HAS A MORAL
“Amazing kids who will not follow our footsteps,” my dad said strictly.
We all laughed at that and continued eating dinner.
I must say, it was a damn well interesting story.
I loved how my parents both felt strongly for each other. It motivated and inspired me to be determined and find someone who was determined to get me.
If even one of them wasn’t determined enough, they would have never been able to run away. They put their love first and they made it their first priority, but they never neglected their family.