Charlotte and Betty

Raindrops

Charlotte and Betty

Note: The characters in my books are all POC and all other races. This is to make my stories more diverse and more comfortable for people. Instead of having one common race in a story. Thank you for understanding.

Part 1: Raindrops

August 16, 1845

Just got my diary from father. He said I can use it for my writing skill and share my feelings to myself. It has a red leather cover and a silver lock. That shines so bright and has a gleaming effect from the sunlight now. I shall write again soon, see you later sweet diary.

August 18, 1845
Living in London is great with all my friends and family. When it rains it feels at home, all of the workers work with joy. But today was not the same. Father was ill, today we had to send out a doctor to our house. I asked Martha, our servant for help and all she told me was to let father rest. So I did, I had waited so long for father to feel better.

It seemed like he got worst every day and he did. Everyone in the house acted as if it was a regular day. But mother and I knew it was no ordinary day certainly not a happy day. Watching the rain was not the same, it was a bore and it was sad.

Reading to my little sister, Eleanor was not the same. She seemed to fall asleep twice as fast. Not even knowing how ill, father was. Mother grew bitter just like when ever she made food with Martha. She just stood in front of the window looking at everyone passing by. Like a guard dog. 

Twas so quiet that I could hear Betty tiptoeing for a miyoudnight snack.  Mother was downstairs, she caught Betty and slapped her. Betty ran to her room crying and I didn't want to go and comfort her. Because mother was acting like a bear. I will right soon again when I am in the mood.

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