College No More

I looked around the community I was in and it only made me yearn all the more to get back to Utah. I, therefore, applied to a college where I was from in Utah. The photo below shows that I got accepted! I was so thrilled to know that I had a reason to go back, back to what I knew as home. I could hardly wait for my dad to get home so I could tell him the news.
Shortly after he got home, I showed him the certificate of acceptance. He stared at it awhile, leaned back on the kitchen counter and looked me square in the eyes.
"You know," he stated, "I know that you want to go back to Utah. I also know that you want to attend college."
I could tell that he didn't like what he saw.
"God has shown me that you are not to go to college. For that fact, you are not to get married," dad said sternly.
By this time my heart was in my throat and the flood gates were opening.
"As patriarch of this home and having the power of the priesthood, God has told me that you are to stay home and take care of your mother and me," my dad roared with all of his authority.
His roar, I was so scared of his roar.
"Oh, you can have a part time job and continue with your church work, but that's it," he bluntly stated.
(My dads thinking comes from Mormon teaching.)
By this time I was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs because I was too weak to stand. My throat was swollen from fighting back my need to weep -- I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything but stair at him. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These words he spoke were not what I was prepared to hear, let alone deal with.
I gracefully accepted his authority and bowed out to my room. There, in the privacy of my room, is where I threw myself on my bed, buried my head in my pillow (it was a stuffed blue elephant) and wept bitterly. I saw my whole life end. I hashed over the possibility of never having the pleasure of going to the celestial kingdom. No temple marriage, no eternity. I thought of the touch of my children; I'll never know. I wept all the more.
By this time I was shaking so much, I had the dry heaves.
I have done all I knew to do to be able to go to heaven. Now my dad, my inspiration, my leader, my life, my patriarch, informed me I wasn't good enough for God. My mind was too numb. My heart too broken, my life shattered.....