Describe a decision that was hard to make but turned out right.
Everyone knows my father's version of 1996. Mine is different, and I want it on record: I was nineteen, and I was going to say yes. The family was good, the boy was decent, and I was tired of being the girl who stood first and made every room uncomfortable. I had the yes ready in my mouth. Then Papa said, in front of my mother's brother, ask the girl. And when they asked, I heard myself say no. I did not know where it came from. That is the whole of what he did for me. He did not decide. He made them ask, and in the second before I answered I found out what I actually thought.