Katherine-Nevins

Today my father has my brothers working in the field. However, while they are working, I must stay inside and do housework. Sometimes I despise the fact that I was born a sickly child; it restricts me to what I can and cannot do. Normally, my mother would be the one doing the work that is now my responsibility, but being that she died giving birth to me, there is no one to take on her previous responsibilities. Therefore, I have taken them on since my father and two brothers already have the duties of up keeping the fields.  Never the less, I was born as I am, and I must appreciate that am living to see this day. The good think about not being able to work as my brothers do, is that I have more time and opportunity to learn. I love to read and learn new things about such that I have never known of before. Benjamin Franklin is my all time favorite. I have learned so much from him and his books. They have inspired me to want to learn more and more every day. I look up to him because he is not only a wise, intelligent man, but he is a effective inventor as well. My father sometimes scolds me for tampering with things in the house, trying to create new things. I am still well on my way however, to becoming like him. That is my dream, and I will achieve it!

Although George and I have gotten rather close in these past several months, I am starting to feel a stronger connection with Joseph. However, he is the husband of my best friend, and I cannot betray neither our friendship, nor their marriage. Both a marriage and a friendship are two bonds that cannot be broken, and I would not want to risk either one. My attraction to Joseph is more physical, when my attraction to George is more spiritual. He has been a good father figure to Emily since James passed. He tells her stories of his homeland, Scotland, and encourages her to be a good person. Aside from my secret affairs, my life is been a bit of a struggle lately, although I do not like to show it. I may soon have to sell some of my land. Times are hard, but I am making due with what I have. Although it has been hard, I put my daughter’s needs before mine. Emily is now seven years old, and has been showing more and more of her father’s personality. She was only four years old when he passed, so it astonishes me that she still has some faint memory of him still stored in her memory. She recognizes the cent in his old clothing that I have kept as a memoir, and surprisingly recognizes old sayings he used to say to her. Sometimes I wonder if Goerge would be a good father figure to her.