Happy New Year! 2020 has begun. Also, please look up Rachel Faucette. Her story should be told.
Rachel Fallows had lived a pretty good life.
She was born in Puerto Rico (still an island, but not like Nevis) and it was there that 9-year-old Rachel remembered. Rachel Fallows closed her eyes. Rachel Faucette reopened them.
And then they seemed to blend, mixing together as one. Rachel was 17 and fluent in Spanish and French when she was orphaned again.
She moved to the United States and graduated from Columbia University, having been on full scholarship.
She'd dated a man named John Laven. He'd proposed. Rachel remembered a man, Johann Lavien. She turned him down. Who cares what happened to him?
She'd dated a man named James Hash. He'd proposed. Rachel remembered a man, James Hamilton. She turned him down. He'd moved back to Nevis and married someone else and left that woman.
She'd kick-started her career as an entrepreneur, started a store close to her old college, called it Faucette. Rachel Fallows remembered her past life.
She told her own story, since apparently nobody else would. Every customer left Faucette with a story, Rachel Faucette's story.
Rachel met up with an old friend, George Warrington. They'd hit it off and, 2 years later, she found herself married to him.
Rachel Fallows Warrington (she insists upon keeping her last name) was 25 when her and George had twins. John and Martha, after George Washington's children.
It didn't intimidate her, knowing he was George Washington. It just made her appreciate him more. He didn't know who Rachel Faucette was, only the story he heard at her store. Rachel never named her children or husband or partner or anybody else when she told her story.
Then Rachel heard there was a musical called 'Hamilton', about American Founding Father Alexander Hamilton.
She cried. George didn't understand why.
George took her, and Jacky and Patsy (as they've been nicknamed) to go see it. Rachel insisted she was taking him.
She cried. George misunderstands why.
It wasn't because of anybody's death or the beautiful words or the musical at all. It was just that she was so, so proud of her beautiful son. She'd always known Alex would do something great.
George had thought of Alex as his son. Rachel couldn't bring herself to tell him she had been Alex's mother.