?Morning Hangover “If you want to do that you have to kill me first!” “Don’t talk like that, Mom. It’s not appropriate. You know I made my decision and I’m going to be his wife.” “But your father is unhappy Sara. He is mad at you.” “Why? I don’t understand! It’s so weird! An educated girl of my age still can’t make a decision for herself? Why, can’t I choose who I’m going to marry?” “Of course you can. An educated young lady like you should have a choice about who she is going to marry, but she shouldn’t marry a man that leaves college without blinking an eye. She shouldn’t marry a man whose father, despite all of the wealth and qualifications he has to sends his son to the best universities, asked him to leave a college and work for him. She shouldn’t marry a man whose father can’t even sign his own name. Sara, in the real life, beauty isn’t the only qualification for marriage. Your dad can’t sleep at night if he doesn’t read anything before he goes to bed. How could you live with that man when the only accomplishment in his mother’s life is talking about her friends and family behind their back? Once her biggest joys and entertainments is poking her nose into peoples’ personal lives, you can’t live with these things. I didn’t raise you that way. You” Sara stood up. “Mom, listen! I don’t care about his parents.” “You are wrong; you have to care about his parents. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. He grew up with his parents; his culture is very different from ours.” Sara walked behind the chair, put her hands on the back of a chair and leaned forward. “So we are the only good people here, right? We have originality, culture and bones, but they don’t? So we are God’s gift to mankind?!” “No, don’t get me wrong. They are very good people in their own way. I am not saying that they are bad peoples. But the issue is that we are different,