Tale of Delightful Ms Nightingale

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

  Summer Nightingale was born on December 15th, 1784 in the city of Rockwell, England.
  She was a jovial and loving child of her parents James and Elizabeth Nightingale.
  James and Elizabeth Nightingale were the eagerest of all couples, though childless despite being married for 10 years. James cherished Elizabeth so much that he didn’t care, he wanted to be with her until the end of time.
  Finally, a child (Summer) was born to them, their dreams were true.
  Some years later, Summer Nightingale  was enrolled by her nanny into Perryland middle School.   
  Nightingale was a logophile, she loved writing more than anything else in the world, you could say she was engrossed in writing. She performed badly at school but excelled in only one thing which was actually forbidden and not even a subject, creative writing.
  Her teacher, Christine loved her. Although she was not the best in the class, she was the smartest amongst her peers.
  In fact everyone loved her, she was always in the forefront of gift sales, donations to charity and volunteering in hospice care.
  However, one day, her teacher pulled her nanny aside and said
        "Hey! You must be Nightingale's nanny."
  The nanny nodded in agreement though with a bit of concern, she replied
         "Yes, i am. Is Som in trouble ma'am?"
  Her teacher answered
         "Not at all. Nightingale is a really good kid , but she has been failing in class and seems to always be occupied with creative writing of any sort. You know that's forbidden in this land. Why does she love writing so much?"
          "She has the writer's blood, this has been passed from generation to generation." her nanny said smiling.
          "Her parents were writers? What's the writer's blood?” asked the teacher who had a confused strain on her face.
          "It's quite a long story, actually. Let me take you through it ma'am" said the nanny.
  Then, a flashback occured about Nightingale's parents to satisfy Mrs Christine's curiosity.
James and Elizabeth were brilliant writers and they made a promise that if they ever had a child, the child would love writing just like them.

  On their anniversary, James told his wife
            “We must keep faith, and have hope. We must continue to pray to God. Remember Hannah?”
Elizabeth replied her husband
       “I have faith that God will answer our prayers. But promise me that whatever happens. When we have a child. You must teach the child to love writing. I must instill in our child creativity. We must build love in our child.”
   James answered
         “Yes my love, because what is life without creation, what is our life without love? I promise, my love that our child shall overflow with creativity and boundless imagination”

  So from that day on, Elizabeth and James swore an oath that their offspring will follow their steps as writers. 
          "The Nightingales have always had a gift for imagination. The writer's blood has been passed on from era to era." said the Nanny.
She continued
            "James and Elizabeth were greatly awarded and celebrated.
Unfortunately, they were assassinated by the ruler for adoring their passion despite the non-stop obloquy."
           "So ma'am, we've tried our best to lower Som's enthusiasm for writing, but it continuously goes to kaput." the nanny concluded.
  Christine cautiously then said
            "I'm someone who appreciates the spirit of determination, but we ought to use caution and must protect Nightingale from the watchful authorities. That's a vital thing to do!"