When I my parents were first married they were very poor because my father came from a poor muggle family and refused to use any of my mother's money. So, he went to work every day in a village. My parents lived 12 miles in between two villages. Winding Woods and Babbling Brooks. They lived in a small cottage in the forest, which they had found deserted.
There nearby the cottage my mother had a garden. This was the only thing she used any of her magic on. She grew all sorts of flowers Daisies, Daffodils, Petunias, and Lilies and many more. The special thing about her garden was that instead of each winter the flowers dying and reappearing in the spring. These flowers would stay beautiful all year looking as if they had just bloomed.
My parents always said they would name all their daughters after flowers in the garden, and that's exactly what they did.
My sister Petunia was born a three years after my parents were married. My mother had a very difficult pregnancy. The doctors had told her that she couldn't have anymore children because it was dangerous to her health. My father had decided that Petunia was enough for them. But, two years and nine months after my sister's birth they were once again. Blessed as my mother said.
The doctors were reluctant from the start asking my mother to get an abortion. My mother refused of course. She carried me for seven months until she went into premature labor. They're being no doctors around for twelve miles. My father knew he would have to deliver the baby himself. And after seventeen long hours of labor I made my appearance into the world. But, it was to be short celebrated. Because my mother only lived long enough to name me Lilly after her favorite flower.
My mother's funeral services were held a week after I was born my father had her buried beside her flower garden and on top of her grave he planted twenty violets for each year she had lived and because like me she was named after a flower.
My father soon, had to give up his job having two small children at home to take care of. Soon, he found it almost impossible to feed us and himself. He finally realized he had to admit defeat. My father decided to split us up. He would soon word to his sister Sarah and his Brother-in-Law David and ask them if they would like to take Petunia in. He knew that his Lilly should be given back to Violets parents. He reassured himself it would just be for awhile until he could get back on his feet. The first letter he would write would be about Lilly.
He carefully crept into his and Violets window where her old owl was perched on the bed. The bird missed Violet almost as much as he did. he carefully petted the bird as it nipped his finger. You have to take a letter somewhere for me all right. The bird seemed almost happy to serve this need
Fredrick carefully pulled out a piece of stationary from Violets desk. It even smelled like her. He carefully sat down and began to write.
I'm sorry to tell you this but Violet is dead. She died giving birth to our second child Lilly. I find that without my dear Violet that I can't take care of my Lilly or Petunia. I am writing to request that you take Lilly in. I know there are many differences between us. In your eyes, I took your daughter away from her world of wonderful and beautiful things and placed her in a prison. I promise you the only thing I did for her was love her with all of my heart. I have decided to try and give a small piece of Violet back to you by giving you our daughter Lilly.
Fredrick
He carefully gave it to the owl that quickly flew off. He had just given Lilly the best gift he knew to give her the gift he had taken away from her mother.
There nearby the cottage my mother had a garden. This was the only thing she used any of her magic on. She grew all sorts of flowers Daisies, Daffodils, Petunias, and Lilies and many more. The special thing about her garden was that instead of each winter the flowers dying and reappearing in the spring. These flowers would stay beautiful all year looking as if they had just bloomed.
My parents always said they would name all their daughters after flowers in the garden, and that's exactly what they did.
My sister Petunia was born a three years after my parents were married. My mother had a very difficult pregnancy. The doctors had told her that she couldn't have anymore children because it was dangerous to her health. My father had decided that Petunia was enough for them. But, two years and nine months after my sister's birth they were once again. Blessed as my mother said.
The doctors were reluctant from the start asking my mother to get an abortion. My mother refused of course. She carried me for seven months until she went into premature labor. They're being no doctors around for twelve miles. My father knew he would have to deliver the baby himself. And after seventeen long hours of labor I made my appearance into the world. But, it was to be short celebrated. Because my mother only lived long enough to name me Lilly after her favorite flower.
My mother's funeral services were held a week after I was born my father had her buried beside her flower garden and on top of her grave he planted twenty violets for each year she had lived and because like me she was named after a flower.
My father soon, had to give up his job having two small children at home to take care of. Soon, he found it almost impossible to feed us and himself. He finally realized he had to admit defeat. My father decided to split us up. He would soon word to his sister Sarah and his Brother-in-Law David and ask them if they would like to take Petunia in. He knew that his Lilly should be given back to Violets parents. He reassured himself it would just be for awhile until he could get back on his feet. The first letter he would write would be about Lilly.
He carefully crept into his and Violets window where her old owl was perched on the bed. The bird missed Violet almost as much as he did. he carefully petted the bird as it nipped his finger. You have to take a letter somewhere for me all right. The bird seemed almost happy to serve this need
Fredrick carefully pulled out a piece of stationary from Violets desk. It even smelled like her. He carefully sat down and began to write.
I'm sorry to tell you this but Violet is dead. She died giving birth to our second child Lilly. I find that without my dear Violet that I can't take care of my Lilly or Petunia. I am writing to request that you take Lilly in. I know there are many differences between us. In your eyes, I took your daughter away from her world of wonderful and beautiful things and placed her in a prison. I promise you the only thing I did for her was love her with all of my heart. I have decided to try and give a small piece of Violet back to you by giving you our daughter Lilly.
Fredrick
He carefully gave it to the owl that quickly flew off. He had just given Lilly the best gift he knew to give her the gift he had taken away from her mother.