York Is The New France || By Aiisha RR

Chapter 1 -

Chapter 1 -

Je m'appelle Clémentine Archambault, and I hate my birthday. My birthday, in fact is actually today, on the 24th of August. As of today, I am seventeen years young. Ma mère and mon père were going to let me sleep in this morning, I however woke up earlier to make them breakfast.
Honestly I don't mind my birthday too much, perhaps I was a bit harsh before. I really dread the special treatment. I accept it gracefully, but I've always tried my hardest to spend my birthdays celebrating my parents instead, who brought me into this world.
My parents are my favourite people in the world. I have an extremely close relationship with each of them in a different way.
I started cutting the bread in thick and thin slices when a sudden gust of wind took me by surprise.

"Clémentine, my gorgeous petite angel! Bon anniversaire!" Mon père exclaims while hugging me from behind and leaving a large sloppy kiss on my cheek. A large grin plasters onto my face as he pulls away and I turn around.

"Merci papa," I say gently as I give him another hug. "I was making you some breakfast." I pass him the plate of empty bread. He smiles at me and the skin around his eyes crinkles, which means he is very happy.

"Thankyou angel, now go wake up your maman, she is having a deep sleep." He chuckles.

Mon père, named Xavier Archambault was born and raised in Winnipeg, Canada. He had a small family growing up, with only his parents and himself. He is half French, as am I. He is a very passionate man, with greying hair and small wrinkles all over his face, but most of all he is always kind to everyone he met. He is a dentist, and he loves his job. Whenever there is a child that is even slightly scared, they certainly would be cheered up within a few minutes of hearing his guitar playing.
Mon père wanted to be a musician. His family was not as lucky as ours, and ultimately he decided to become a dentist to be able to support them and his future family. That choice and several others made me see mon père as the biggest man in the world.

I knock on the bedroom door quietly.
"Maman?" I make my way over to the bed in the room.
"Clémentine, bon anniversaire." Ma mère grumbles sleepily as she pulls me into a hug and onto the bed.

Geneviève Archambalt, is ma mère. She is not as kind as mon père, but she has a lot to make up for it. She is generous, frank, and most of all she expects only the very best. In my eyes, ma mère is as close as being royalty you can be, besides royal blood itself.
She is French and had her childhood in Toulouse, France. She is fluent in both English and French. My brother and I were taught French by ma mère when we moved to Toulouse and ever since we have used both languages in our house.

Ma mère is a teacher currently teaching English in the local école primaire. Until the age of 5, we lived in Winnipeg until my older brother Darby had to start school, and my parents decided to move to where they first met, where ma mére grew up.
As much as I love France, I have always wanted to go back to Winnipeg with my family.

"Come on out maman, I'm making breakfast for you." I say pulling her hand.
"Oui, I will be out in a few minutes." She pressures, patting my hand.
I stand up from the bed and leave the room, back to the kitchen.

I continue cutting bread for ma mère and she finally comes out, a lot brighter and happier than when she was in her bedroom. She tip-toes her way over towards with a slightly guilty look on her face.
"We got you a surprise." Mon père says to me as ma mère pulls a small gift box from behind her and passes it to me. They both have painfully wide smiles.
"You weren't supposed to get me anything, you promised." I give them a slight grin as I accept the package.
"It's not really a birthday present, your brother is getting the same thing." Ma mère says as her and mon père gaze at each-other lovingly.