Sarasi was the only girl child. Her siblings were the one brother & 3 brothers. She always dreamed of a better life as long as she lived in her father’s home especially since her mother died and her step mother came along and took that place. She didn’t really think she was mean to her but she belittle her presence as compared to her brother & step-brothers. She never understood why she was treated differently just because she was a woman, but she lived with it knowing it would end soon.
She was married at the age of 17 by cheating the government of her age marking it as 19 so that she wasn’t doing anything illegal. She was the happiest she could be having escaped a home that she now considered prison. She vowed that she would never let her home become the home she left especially if she had any daughters. The irony of it all was that her first baby WAS a baby girl.
Little did she know that life is difficult when you have a past you want to let go off and before she knew it, she succumbed to everything she wanted to leave behind. All of her experiences from home came back to her and all she wanted to do now was protect her baby girl from everything that she went through. She didn’t realize her home had now become everything that she wanted to leave behind. Her baby girl now felt that she was in the same prison, that Sarasi left behind.
Without knowing it or wanting it, Sarasi had started a trend, a cycle that could possibly carry on now for generations to come from one daughter to the next. But would this 18-year-old mother even have known any better?
A few years in to her marriage and all she knew was making babies and taking care of them and being a very supportive wife to her hard-working husband. She knew she was stuck in a situation she didn’t want to be, but there was no getting out. The only way to make this better was to be Alpha-Woman.
Sarasi was a bound woman but to the world looking, she was in charge of her house and her hen-pecked husband. With society in mind, she made the rules she wanted even though they were rules she hated a a little girl. She knew she was being pressurized but society to not take a stand for her daughters and make a difference in their lives but she was in charge so she bore no new wounds. Sarasi didn’t want to be the change she thought she would be, it was harder than she imagined to take the stand.
She chose instead to be ignorant to what she went through now and she ignorantly let the cycle continue, secretly hoping that her daughters would end the cycle, but would they?