I don't own Newsies.
Chapter One
Before there was Spot Conlon, the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies, there was Sean Patrick Conlon, the loving older brother.
Patrick adored his little sister, Nora. He loved the smile in her eyes and how she always found something to giggle at. At night Nora loved to tell him about the fairies she claimed to have seen.
Even though the Conlon's were poor, just because they were immigrants from Ireland, they only needed each other to be happy. Julia Conlon washed laundry for a living, while Sean (Patrick's father and namesake) labored in a factory all day. Patrick had learned to tend for himself and Nora since Nora was born.
One day, Patrick had just turned 10, Sean came home with a fever. Sean shrugged it up, saying it was nothing. He went to work the next day against Julia's warnings. By that evening, Sean had all the symptoms of the Flu.
The last time Patrick ever saw his father, was seeing his father on his deathbed.
"Patty," Sean whispered, stroking his son's hair, "You have to be brave for your mother. Promise me that, my boy."
"I promise, Pop. I won't let anyone hurt Mam or Nora, " Patrick replied.
Sean smiled. "You make me so proud, Patrick."
During the night Sean took his last breath.
Julia was devastated. There was no money for a good funeral, so she had to make do with what she had. Patrick did his best to comfort his mother and sister, but at night he wept for his father. Poor Nora didn't understand what had happened to her father. Death was not a reality in her five-year-old mind.
Sean's death was the start of everything going downhill.
I know that was sad. Sorry!
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