Why
Author's Note: Number 80. Fourth prompt of six.
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"Why would you want to marry him, Sun?"
Sun smiled a bit, staring into the space above her mother's right shoulder. "I love him, Mommy. I love him and he loves me, and Momma..." Sun's gaze refoucused on her mother. "Momma he can take care of me. I love him."
"Is that why, Sun? You don't want to marry him for money, or because he's handsome? You love him? He loves you?"
She nodded. "Yes, Momma. That's why. I love him."
Her mother sighed, and ran a hand through her hair, much in the same manner as her daughter. "If you love him then, Sun. Where is he? I want to meet him. Is he here?"
Sun's face broke into a grateful and releaved smile. "He's here, Mother."