She woke up to learn that she was now a married woman. They had gotten her married. But that didn’t come as a shock to her…because everything in her life has happened this way right from the day they brought her home.
Like the house that she lives in. They had given it to her during Christmas. It had everything anyone could ever ask for…a bedroom where anyone would fall asleep like a baby, a closet that was stuffed with designer wardrobe, a kitchen that most people can only dream of…everything. And they had given it to all her just like that when she woke up Christmas morning.
And the car that she has. They had gifted her that on her birthday. A convertible…in the color that she loves. They had presented her with it at midnight on one of her birthdays.
In spite of all this and more, she wasn’t happy. She had everything…house, car, people that loved her…but freedom. Freedom of any kind wasn’t present in her life. She had to do everything at their will. It was as if they didn’t care…as if they owned her. And that negated all the materialistic luxuries she was offered.
A voice of her own never existed, probably never will. And that had led her to becoming a ‘wife’ today. All she could do was hope that he would be nice…and wish for a happily ever after.
They told her that her husband’s name was Ken…just like they told her, years ago, that her name was Barbie.