The year was 1889. It was the year that little seven-year-old Brittany Miller was going to start school. Brittany was a small girl with an adventurous personality. She was an only child, and her parents' pride and joy.
Mrs. Miller was a quite caring woman of about 26 years of age. She always looked on the bright side of things, and leaned on her husband's every word. In this house, Mr. Miller was god.
Mr. Miller was a tall man of great strength. He worked at a textile factory repairing machines, as they were often breaking. Many people feared him upon meeting him, but those who knew him also knew that he was just a big softy. His family was his life.
Brittany lived peacefully in their one room apartment, growing up to be a lively young girl who loved people. Often restless at night, she ventured up to the rooftop to sing to herself late in the night. Her mother found her like this one evening, and the two made it a hobby of theirs. They would sing together as they cleaned and cooked while Mr. Miller was at work, and sometimes, the family would go listen to the performers in Central Park.
Yes, it was safe to say that she had a normal happy childhood.
On the morning of September 1st, 1889, Brittany woke up early to prepare for school. She would be the first Miller to get an education, so this was to be a big day. Once she was squeaking clean and smelled of soap, her mother revealed to her the dress she had made for the occasion. It was green, to match her large doe-like eyes and had a lace trim on the hem. When Brittany looked closer, she realized that the lace was the very same lace from her mother's wedding dress. Tears filled Mrs. Miller's eyes when Brittany was fully dressed, ribbons and all.
Mr. Miller kissed her on the cheek and told her to be a good girl at school, and that he would be waiting to hear all about the learned world when she came home from school. When she begged him to walk with her to school, he declined and explained that there was a large machine that needed fixing, as it could break down completely very soon. He told her that the entire factory depended on his repairing this device, but that he loved her and repeated that he would see her that night.
When Brittany returned home from school that afternoon, she flung open the door, expecting her father to be waiting for her as he had promised. What she found instead was her mother sitting at the table crying. As it had turned out, the machine he had been working on exploded with him underneath it. He was killed instantly.
Brittany never returned to school again.