Hamilton Angst stuff

SHOPPING

The din of the bustling shopping mall surrounded Alexander Hamilton and his family, as they navigated the labyrinth of bright neon signs and sale banners. His kids, Philip and Angelica, were excitedly running around, their eyes wide with wonder at the colorful displays. His wife Eliza held his hand, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

"Look, Dad! A toy store!" Philip shouted, pointing towards the entrance of a brightly lit shop filled with the newest action figures and gadgets.

"Can we go in, please?" Angelica chimed in, her face alight with anticipation.

"Alright," Alexander agreed, unable to resist the pleading faces of his children. He glanced at Eliza, who nodded in agreement. Together, they entered the store.

As they walked through the narrow aisles, Alexander's eyes caught sight of an intricately crafted model ship sitting atop a shelf. Its sails billowed majestically, and its hull bore an uncanny resemblance to a ship from his childhood memories. He felt a sudden urge to possess it, to be reminded of those simpler times.

"Eliza, look at this," he said, reaching out for the model ship.

"Wait! That's mine!" A man's voice growled from behind him. Alexander turned to see a tall figure looming over him, his hand also grasping the wooden hull.

"Excuse me? I saw it first," Alexander replied, tightening his grip on the ship.

"No, you didn't. I've been eyeing it since I walked in. Now let go!" The stranger gritted his teeth, attempting to pull the ship from Alexander's grasp.

"Hey, there's no need to be rude about it," Eliza intervened, placing herself between the two men.

"Mind your own business, lady," the man snapped, causing Eliza to bristle.

"Hey, don't talk to my wife like that!" Alexander's face flushed with anger as he confronted the man.

"Or what?" The stranger sneered, leaning in closer. It was then that Alexander looked into his eyes, and recognition flooded his mind.

"dad...?"