The streets of Paris were terrible, the sand flying arround entered me in the eyes and I couldn’t see very much. The angry wind was destroying everything, there were jackets, hats and even doors flying around, it was almost impossible to walk, I thought that was the last day of my life, the Armageddon.
I could realize that a terrible storm was about to come, and the persons were running away and hiding in their houses, scared, the women were shouting, the children were crying and running, looking for their moms.
The only one fighting against the evil wind was me. I was carrying a very heavy little box, with somethig inside, but I did'n know what.
I am not a very little person, so I could walk even though the wind was trying to push me to the floor.
I was going to Mr. Toppertt's mansion, were I work, and when I say work I mean serve. I am a servant. It's strange, I know, because I am a woman, a 16-year-old servant, but that´s my life, And I am very grateful, because Mr. Toppertt is very kind to us, he treated us very good, we have our own bedrooms, cloth, a many other things. *Us* is not me and my father, there is more people working to Mr. Toppertt, I am the youngest, that’s why I went to look for the box.
My father, John Hadcasstle was an English man, and in homeless situations he became a slave in Portugal, then in Spain, and lastly in France, with James Toppertt. He once told me that he didn’t wanted this life for me, and that I was not going to suffer like him, that he was going to do something, but he died four months ago, because he had a terrible illness. It was terrible, specially for me.
My Mother, Angela Petroll, abandoned me and my father when I was almost a baby, so I grew up without a mother. We find out she was dead, two years ago.
Anyway, that is not important by now, the wind was getting worst and the sky was getting dark, the persons were already in their homes, safe, while I was about to die, I never thought I was going to die so soon, and in such a terrible storm, I was thinking in my father, in the mother I never had, and in that promise, maybe he wanted to take me, to keep his word, at list, dead, I will not serve. But I didn't want to die, I wanted to be free, but alive, maybe I don't deserve it.
When I arrived to the mansion, it was very late and I was exhausted, so when I entered I left the box on the round little table near the door and I went to my room.
I took my dress off, then I put in on a chair and I went to bed, with my eyes closed, waiting for a dream to arrive and take me to the only word were freedom was not a silly and impossible dream.
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When I woke up I stayed at bed, because I knew who was going to come to wake me up, and I wanted to see her as soon as possible.
After a few minutes I hear steps on the wood floor, “Yes!” I whispered with a big smile on my face.
When she was in front of my door the steps stopped for a little time, and I was worrying, but then she knocked at the door and then opened it, a big old woman –not too old- with white hair and a very large smile, entered. Her name was Julianne Shooks -she was french but she had an English surname- and she was the nicest person on earth, she is my *mother*, I simply could not live without her. And of course her husband Jacques Shooks was like her, but, of course, he was a man. I simply adore them.
She was laughing, because she knew my silly plan, and she told me “Wake up, wake up, I have wonderful news”
“What?, I said very curiously.
“Mr. Toppertt was invited to a party, and we are going with him!” she was almost jumping
“And why is it so important? sometimes we go to parties with him” I asked disappointed
“The party is in the Chambord Castle!” she said very happy
“Whose party is it?” I asked instantly
“I Think he is a seaman,"she said seriously "a very young one”.
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