Dear Mother
By Rika195
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This story was inspired by Liberty's Kids, is about Liberty's Kids, and includes the characters from Liberty's Kids. It's a kid's TV show, and yet I watched it and laughed so hard that…well, I just have to put the things I thought were hilarious together as a story. I probably should mention that Liberty's Kids does not belong to me, and that I own no rights or whatever, and etc, etc, etc. Lame disclaimer, but honestly, this is just fanfiction. And it isn't going to disobey any rules.
The chapters of this story will be short, so I'm sorry about that. I'll try to make them as interesting as possible. There's just not many ways you can draw out a personal letter, but I'll do my best. I hope you enjoy it as much as I find it hilarious to write.
Summary: It is after the war, and Sarah Phillips writes letters to her mother about some strange things that she is beginning to notice, the first being that she isn't aging!
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NOTE: You must read this story with a British Accent, or else it just wont sound the same.
Now that that's all said, let's begin!
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Dear Mother,
It's been a while since I wrote you last. Well, it hasn't been that long, since I only just wrote you three days ago, but there's so much to write about that I hardly know where to begin! First, let me say thank you for your quick response to my last letter. Of course I was thrilled that you and Father have built a beautiful house in Ohio, and I look forward to coming home and seeing it. I'm sorry I haven't been there in a couple weeks, but I am just so glad that you both understand my need to come here and visit Dr. Franklin for a short while. He's been so kind to me, and he isn't doing very well lately. I will come home soon, I promise.
I saw James this morning. He hurried in only long enough to eat all the breakfast I'd made and then swept out again. That boy is always on the go now, trying to earn money to buy his own Newspaper. Actually, seeing him got me thinking, and it's the reason I'm writing you so soon. You see Mother, I noticed something very striking, very shocking, and frankly very terrifying while I was studying him. And don't go on about THAT again! I don't just study James, Mother. I study people. I'm an artist too, you remember. And anyhow, I was studying James' youthful face when something very unsettling stuck me. I have been here in America for a long time now, since the War started in 1774. It is now 1784, ten years later. That's a long time, isn't it? Why, I was just 15 years old when I first arrived and James rescued me from the Boston Tea Party...that is...when James rudely dragged me off the ship and made me lose Father's locket... Oh but I forgave him for that. He was so sweet to turn his mother's ring into a new locket for me...
But I digress. Mother what I am trying to say is that I looked in the mirror just today and noticed…well…
MOTHER I'M NOT GROWING ANY OLDER!
I can just hear you telling me not to be silly, Mother, but it's direly true. Looking back, over all those years we were at war with England, I remember times when I wondered why I wasn't growing any taller. I decided then that I must simply be shorter than most women, and I didn't worry about it. But then I noticed that my features weren't changing either! My hair, face, body, everything was exactly the same as it was when I first arrived! I thought I must be mistaken, for how could that be? I refused to worry about it, for I understood that for some girls, they just grow slower than others. And while I was embarrassed about it, I was too caught up in the War to be bothered by it. I just let it go. But I look at myself now and see the same things I saw ten years ago, that absolutely nothing has changed. What can it mean? It was embarrassing then, when I was supposed to be turning 18, but now at 25, how much MORE so!
Oh Mother I am so distressed! I hope you can provide some kind of answer for me. Is it just that I grow slower? Or perhaps, I am one of those women blessed with a young face for my first 30 years of life? Perhaps you experienced something of this sort when you were young? But none of those questions cover how extreme this is. I am too old to look like a teenager...I should be married now, with a family of my own, not staring at my reflection and wondering when I will look like a woman. Oh dear…I just looked in the mirror and… and I can't stand it! This is so horrible! Please give me some kind of reply soon! I don't know how much more of this my mind can handle!
Looking forward to your swift reply,
Sarah Phillips
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Got a reply for the poor girl? Write it down in part of your review, (you have to actually review the story) and she'll respond to whatever you say in the next chapter. What a fun way for you to participate! Right? I just ask that you be appropriate in your responses. Sarah doesn't approve of rude behavior.
Thanks!