Growing Old

CHAPTER 3- UNFINISHED

​"You know you're supposed to continue school."

​"But I'm ten! School is for babies."

​"School is actually a very adult-like thing Paris."

​"But Mama—"

​"I don't want to hear it Paris. You need a good education just like all of the other kids."

​"Hmph." The girl crossed her arms as she huffed in defeat.

Seconds later, my husband walked down the stairs and picked up Paris with a smile. He spun her around causing her to giggle.

​Romeo came into the room just as Paris was put down. The eleven-year-old boy had dark circles forming under his eyes.

​"Romeo! Explain to me why you look like a raccoon." I asked crossing my arms.

​"I was—" Romeo was interrupted by a yawn "Practicing my book thingy..."

He lazily pointed towards the staircase as if it would explain to me what this "book thingy" was.

I glanced at the clock just to find that it was nearly time for school to start.

​"You should get going," I said directing my sentence towards Charles.

He looked at the clock then at me.

​"You're right." He smiled and pecked my cheek before leaving the house with Romeo and Paris following closely behind him.

I personally didn't enjoy silence.

I grew up constantly taking care of my younger sister. Then the war started, and school stopped. We fell into dept without my Father and my Mother working at the Bakery wasn't much help. So, she resorted to marriage.

I was going to marry Edmund. The "Turner Boy".

​"Oh! that reminds me!" I mumbled to myself. I walked towards the door and pulled my gloves over my hands. I pinned a tan hat on top of my head. I opened the door and stepped out.

#

​After about 30 minutes of walking, I made it to the local post office. I walked up to the man running the office.

​"Hello, Sir," I said with a slight bow of my head.

​"Hello, ma'am. How may I help you today?" He responded.

​"Oh, I'm just here for my post," I said with a smile.

​"A Young lady like you collecting post? That's usually the mother's job." He chuckled.

​"I guess I've been aging well." I laughed a bit. "The name is Charlotte Page."

He instantly began looking through the mail.

​"You really don't look a day over sixteen." He passed me a bundle of letters and one twine-wrapped box. "For the Page family."

​"Believe it or not I have two kids." I dropped the mail inside of the basket I brought.

​"Really? They must be young."

"Actually, my daughter is ten and my son is turning twelve in April."

"How sweet." The man turned his head to the side as if stuck in thought. "Your husband must be the teacher at the school."

"How'd you know?" I said with a smile. He chuckled. "Well, I should be on my way."

"Have a lovely day Mrs. Page." I waved back to him before closing the door of the office.