12-08-2021, 11:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-08-2021, 11:58 AM by Alexandra McPadraic.)
Alexandra hardly had to look around to know what there was, the house had hardly ever changed in her life time at least. But it did have a calming effect as they entered. She was home. Out of that terrible school.
She froze slightly as he talked about his wife, and the actions she had taken in Alex’s time away. She felt her teeth clench as she was referred to as her mother. Her heart ached a bit for Dora, having to be stuck serving the other, but at the same time Dora did not agree with a lot of what Alex did so Alex had spent a lot of time lying to the maid. Perhaps it was better that way.
But she knew she had to speak now, while her father was in a good mood.
“Thank you, Father, I will see if she is someone I would like to keep” she replied with a thankful smiling, hoping that not whining over losing Dora and being thankful for a maid, something she used to fight over, would keep him from getting angry at her for what she would say next.
“There is something I would like to say, however. I know I have been rude, unkind and my behaviour has gone too far in the past with your wife. And I will be apologising to her for it and if she is willing, then I also will be willing to try and create a relationship with her. But she will never be my Mama, Papa. My Mama is dead true, but she died when I was old enough to know her love and she cannot be replaced. I hope you can respect that. I am happy to call your wife Elaine or Mrs McPadraic, whichever she prefers. But do not force me to call her something she is not to me. It is not fair on her, me or Mama” she said, not angry or righteously. Just simply calm, polite, and honest. Like a grown Lady rather then a spoiled child. “I do not need your answer now, but I encourage you to think on it. I believe it will work best for everyone if there is no pressure placed upon us to be something we are not” she added before curtsying and moving for the stairs to get ready for dinner.
She froze slightly as he talked about his wife, and the actions she had taken in Alex’s time away. She felt her teeth clench as she was referred to as her mother. Her heart ached a bit for Dora, having to be stuck serving the other, but at the same time Dora did not agree with a lot of what Alex did so Alex had spent a lot of time lying to the maid. Perhaps it was better that way.
But she knew she had to speak now, while her father was in a good mood.
“Thank you, Father, I will see if she is someone I would like to keep” she replied with a thankful smiling, hoping that not whining over losing Dora and being thankful for a maid, something she used to fight over, would keep him from getting angry at her for what she would say next.
“There is something I would like to say, however. I know I have been rude, unkind and my behaviour has gone too far in the past with your wife. And I will be apologising to her for it and if she is willing, then I also will be willing to try and create a relationship with her. But she will never be my Mama, Papa. My Mama is dead true, but she died when I was old enough to know her love and she cannot be replaced. I hope you can respect that. I am happy to call your wife Elaine or Mrs McPadraic, whichever she prefers. But do not force me to call her something she is not to me. It is not fair on her, me or Mama” she said, not angry or righteously. Just simply calm, polite, and honest. Like a grown Lady rather then a spoiled child. “I do not need your answer now, but I encourage you to think on it. I believe it will work best for everyone if there is no pressure placed upon us to be something we are not” she added before curtsying and moving for the stairs to get ready for dinner.
