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When I was ten years old, a tailor came to the kitchen of the Bellingham estate. I stood on a chair so he could measure me for a tight corset and large broadest skirt a light grey color. The new clothes arrived the day that of James Bellingham birthday turned 45 years of age
His frail and elderly father, Judge Bellingham gave my father splendid gifts for the occasion of his birthday; a house of his own, a share of family ships and enough money to send me off with my mother and marry (affair) another woman.
My father packed my new clothes in one of the chests that were loaded on the wagon. After much protest, I sat next to it for the short ride to the new house. as soon as my father looked away I begged my grandfather to stay with him.
My grandfather talked calmly, explaining that we ought to be grateful that we live only a town away. We would be able to pass most Sunday afternoons together
I hollered and called him a name and he took away my privilege of food for the night.
I ran away a week later, this time to a ship preparing to sail for France. I was unafraid of climbing to the top of the highest flag, so they took me on. The night before we left they gave me a pair of pants as my dress would get dirty
My father hired men boarded the ship at dawn. They trussed me like a pig and carried me back to the newyouth street.
my father beat me with a leather strap on my naked back. others watched making sure he did a proper job. I didn't cry I knew it tear my grandfather apart
I turned my head to look back at him once, just as the strap cracked in the air. The end of it sliced a line open along my jawbone, blood fell.
My father said, "That's enough for now Ali."
My grandfather dropped to his knees and wept.
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Valley Forge
FanfictionI didn't understand, I fell for his tricks once, But again? Now I'm trapped here, I'd never want to murder someone more in my life than now. ---------------------------- From General George Washington to Alexander Hamilton (Private & confidential) ...
