I grew up on the country side. Bare foot and climbing trees. It was a very simple life even though I wasn't the typical girl that a house hold would wish for I had my fathers love and approval. Unlike the other girls who spent their time viciously competing for the attention of the boys in our village. I would spend my time laying in the grass cloud gazing. While the wind caused my chestnut hair to dance across my face.

My interest didn't a line with the plans my mothers had for me. A daughter's role was to take care of her appearance firstly, follow all directions unquestionably and find a proper husband. The other girls in the village took this very seriously, but not me. Its ironic that I was named Nomi (beautiful).

When ever I got a chance to sneak off. I'd head to the edge of the forest behind our village to secretly remake my old dresses into pants. I could care less about fixing up my hair and dresses were unappealing to me. I was shaped awkwardly and had no chest. I wouldn't be able to fill out a dress properly even if I tried. We have so many naturally beautiful girls in our village. They seemed to be born graceful and elegant unlike me.

What I lacked in my physical appearance I more than made up for it with my work ethic. I can cook just about anything and I didn't mind doing the cleaning around the house. My mother would often tell me my cooking alone would be enough to find a good husband. I think that's the only reason why my father could convince her into letting me off easy when I'd do something that displeased her.

Even though I had no interest in devoting my whole life to finding a good husband or learning how to be a good wife. It didn't mean that I wasn't interested in finding love. Everyone in my village seemed to get that misperception of me. Which worked to my advantage because there was someone that I would come to like.

Looking back I had a fairly good childhood up until my cousin was sent to live with us. I didn't notice it at that time, but later her hatred for me would be undeniable.

Nomi, Nomi . . . . I could faintly hear my mom's voice calling for me in the distance. I placed my fabric and my sewing needle into my bag. I threw my bag down to ground and began to descend from my tree. I untied my dress so that it could once again awkwardly hang off of my body. I removed my pants and shoved them into my bag along with my fabric. I grabbed the water I collected from the springs and headed back to the village.

I returned home to my mother's fussing. What took so long this time? I swear it would have been easier if we would have had a boy. If you insist on not making yourself look appropriate to be courted you could have at least made it back form getting water a little quicker. Now Naomi, my father interrupted, that's enough. If you keep going on endlessly like this she won't be able to cooking dinner and clean up in time.

My father is a fairly tall man, with a booming voice. When he speaks it's hard not to take notice. Don't pay your mother any mind she is excited about her friend form when she was a little girl moving here. You know it's hard for her to express that she is happy he said with a slight laugh as my mother playfully pushed him. He kissed me on the forehead and lead my mom back to their room.

I was named Nomi after my mom. She was a born beauty. Everything about being a woman came naturally to her as if she has already lived this life once before. It took my father a year to get her to marry him. She was the most beautiful girl in her home village. She's petite, with a shape that not just anyone can be born with. She walks slowly as if she is a feather floating across the floor. Her gaze could calm a wild boar. She has beautiful long ebony hair that stopped right above her lower back. My father wasn't the only one courting her. He always says that she could have had her pick of the whole village but she finally decided on me.

Mom would reply with she took her time because she had to standout from all the girls he had flocking around him. Your father radiated a dynamic and efficient energy. All of the girls naturally wanted a chance for him to notice them. I need time to see that I was indeed the only girl to be capable of entering into his heart.

It was uncommon for a man to only take one wife or at least have a concubine. Uncommon, but not unheard of. My father was one of theses men. The love he has for my mother is so pure that no other can penetrate it. Many have tried and all of them failed.