My name’s Ardent Pureheart; I have nine brothers and sisters. We live in two bedrooms in one of the FaithHostels. I tend the heifers with my brothers and many cousins. We pray, work, eat, raise children, bury our dead together. The Shepherds told me it’s time to marry, to increase.
In modest garb, the Chosen live for community, God, Heaven. Father talks of service, Elder talks obedience, Mum’s grown silent. While minding the herd I steal away in my mind. Tonight they chose my bride; I must chose as well. I’m Ardent and I will have ten children one day.
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