My mother is proud of her history. Every woman in her blood line has managed to find herself a husband and maybe had a child by the time she was 20. Every woman except for me. I've tried explaining to her that it doesn't matter, that since I'm the second daughter it doesn't hurt her image. She won't listen to me. We've had this argument for two years now. I'm 22 and have no man even remotely interested in me, which is perfectly fine. When I was 19 I remember hearing her walking around the house huffing how I didn't have a man. She would complain to my father (who didn't really listen or care) about how I wasn't ugly, and that I had a decent education, and thanks to her, I knew how to be a proper lady. So how was it still possible that I was single? It was a grand mystery to her. Quite frankly I just had no interest in anybody yet. It wasn't that I didn't want to get married, I just couldn't find anyone. I also tried explaining to her that it's 1883, people get married later. I told her once that I could get married at 35 and it wouldn't make a difference. She was furious with me. I wish I was as perfect (in her eyes) as my sister Mary. She already has a husband and a child named Henry, after our father, oh what a show off. It is pretty obvious that Mary is her favorite daughter. But of course she loves my brothers John and William a lot too because they also have children. After two painful years of listening to my mother's complaining and bragging about John, William, and Mary I decided I couldn't take it any more. I decided to leave my little town and move to the big city. I wrote to my old friend Mary and asked if I could stay with her and her husband while I found work. She agreed and I packed up my things. The next morning after we all finished breakfast I announced to my mother, father and the only two remaining siblings, Emma and James that I was leaving home. I couldn't tell if they were sad or not but I did not care. James came to help me take my truck to the train station where he said a tearful goodbye. At least one cares about me. I got on the train and left.