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CHAPTER ONE
Mummy, I'm back. Can I get something to eat please? Charlotte said as she sat tiredly on the couch in the living room looking like someone who just ended a fight.
Oh my darling, you're back. How was work today?
I hope you didn't have any dispute with any of your customers today. Grace her mother said as she was cleaning her hand with a towel after washing dishes in the kitchen
I'm so tired mum,I need something to munch so bad, Charlotte said as she demonstrated with her hand like she was eating
Charlotte, I'm so sorry there's nothing available in the house right now,your father just called and promised to come back with something we would use to eat tonight, Grace said as she patted Charlotte with a sad expression on her face.
What do you mean mummy? I've been out there the whole day working tirelessly so I could bring something home at the end of the month. You told me I would eat when I was leaving in the morning but now...she couldn't finish her statement as she started crying.
With pity,her mother hugged and kept her head on her shoulder whispering in her ear,"I'm sorry my dear, it's not our fault,destiny chose this for us. Your sister has been out there with your father since without eating too and I'm very sure they'll bring something home for us. She couldn't help but also cry.
With sadness in her heart, Charlotte walked slowly to her room with multiple thoughts running through her mind.
Should I just run away from this house? Should I engage myself in dirty jobs so I can survive?
These thoughts were going through her mind when she suddenly heard a knock on her door.
Who is there? Charlotte said.
It's me, Charlotte. We are back. Amelia replied with fatigue visibly written in her voice tone.
You can go Amelia. I'll be there in a moment. Charlotte replied slowly
Welcome Dad.Charlotte said to her dad as she bowed her head.
Thank you Charlotte. What's wrong with you? Your countenance is down. Did you fight at work? Alfred,her father asked curiously.
No Dad, I'm fine. Charlotte bluffed
"Ahem", Grace cleared her throat as she interrupted. Can we eat now? She said
Oh yes,we can. Alfred said.
Alfred Smith works in a blacksmith forge in St Albans where he finds little to feed his family but they still struggle to survive as they depend also on the salary Charlotte gets at her workplace.
Dad, I'm tired of this lifestyle. Charlotte said, holding a cutlery in her hand. We can't continue to live like this dad, we'll die one day. Can't we just...
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