A/N: A brief look at the seven types of love Anna Smith faces in her life.

Family Love

Anna hears her parents talking late one night from the safety of the bedroom she shares with her three sisters.

"…Bess, you know we can't manage."

"But, she's too young; she's a child, a baby! Can't we manage? At least for another year?"

"We barely had enough money for the rent this month, if the sheep don't sell for a good price, we won't be able to afford next month and if we can't pay..."

"I know, I know."

"I don't want to her to go; God knows it kills me to know I can't keep my family….but, what else can we do? She'll earn enough money to help cover the rent."

"She's thirteen!"

"Anna's a clever girl….she'll do fine."

"I know. It's just…"

At this point, Anna hears her mum break down and begin to cry, in her room, holding her breath; she feels the tears threaten to fall. She listens as her father tries to comfort her mother and she knows that despite being scared to death, she has to leave home.

Anna isn't daft; she knows her parents are struggling. With six children to feed, money has always been an issue, but after three poor harvests and a fall in the price of sheep, money is almost non-existent. There are two choices, either the family fails and they lose their home or Anna leaves and goes into service. One less mouth to feed and her wage coming in could make all the difference.

She's terrified, she loves her home, loves her family more than anything else in the world and the thought of leaving it behind makes her want to burst into tears. But, this love for her family is the one thing keeping her strong. As the eldest child, she has to do this; she can't be a strain on her family any longer.

It's this love that forces her to move, forces her down the stairs, head held high to face her parents.

"I'll go," she says simply. "I'll go work up at the big house and I'll send all my wage 'ome."

Her mother has her wrapped in her arms before she even knows what's happening and her father pats her head tenderly.

"We love you," her mother whispers into her hair.

"I know," Anna replies, "that's why I'm doin' it. Because I love you too."