For those who don't know me, my name is Alfred Freedom Jones! but, I was not always that. At one point I was Alfred Kirkland. I was both a son and a little brother to my big brother, or father, Arthur Kirkland. He was all I had, him and Francis where my family until later Matthew came into the picture...but I'm getting ahead of myself. I will start at what I can remember. Which my earliest memory was when I first met Arthur.
I had wondered off, I don't remember from where but I found myself in a clearing that was pretty. I saw two people coming close so I hid and I listened. All I had was my bunny and wearing my white...I guess you could call it a dress...I'm not sure what someone might call it.
"Angleterre!*Did you see that? Or am I going crazy?"
"Frog, your always crazy." the Brit said while rolling his eyes
The Frenchman ran to my hiding spot and kneeled in front of me and spoke softly "Mon petit*, what are you doing here in the forest? it is not a place for children. Where is your mère*?"
The other man walked over "Frog? Who are you talking to?" He kneeled next to Frenchman and looked at me "Poppet*?Do you speak English?"
I blinked looking at the two and hugged my knees tightly looking at the Englishman "E..English? Is this English? Its all I know..."
The Brit had smiled and extended his hand to me "Let me help you get home Poppet"
I pulled back more and tried to hide but he just smiled and picked me up.
"Poppet, what is your name?"
"A...Alfred..." I was scared. I had never seen this man before, not that I could remember and he scared me.
"Who is your mother?"
"My mother? I...I don't know..."
The man nods and him and he Frenchman smile at me but I hide my face and clutch my bunny tightly. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes I found myself in a room that was so large to me. I was alone and I curled in a ball with my bunny.
Angleterre- French for England
Mon Petit- French for My child
mère- French for mother
Poppet-English for child