Alexandra's P.O.V

My sister, Jasmine, and I had just arrived in New York. It was different from Nevis. I looked around.

"Alexandra!" Jasmine called. I went over to here.

"Now to find a place to stay." She said. I nodded. We walked until I bumped into someone.

"Oh! I'm so sorry." I said. I looked to see a woman and she smiled at me.

"It's ok." She said as I got up.

"Hi!" I heard someone say. I looked to see a kid.

"Hi." I said. Jasmine looked at me and rolled her eyes. I glared at her.

"I'm Jasmine and that's my twin sister named Alexandra." Jasmine said.

"I'm Elizabeth Hamilton but everyone calls me Eliza and these are my children." The woman said.

"I'm Philip."

"I'm Angelica but everyone calls me Angie."

"I'm Alexander Jr."

"I'm James Alexander."

"I'm John Church."

"I'm William."

"I'm Eliza."

"I'm Philip II named after my poet brother but everyone calls me Little Phil." The one that said hi to me said. I smiled.

"Alexandra. All these kids are related to Alexander or James because their last name is Hamilton." Jasmine whispered to me.

"Nice to meet you all. Do you know a place to stay?" I said/asked.

"You could stay with us." Eliza said.

"Oh, we couldn't." Jasmine said.

"Please?" Little Phil asked.

"Really?" I asked. Eliza nodded.

"Then we will." I said. Little Phil smiled and I smiled back.

"Wonderful. Follow me." Eliza said.

"The children always get to you." Jasmine whispered.

"I know." I whispered back. We followed Eliza and her children who so happened to be my nephews and nieces. I wonder which one of my brothers married a very kind woman.