Chapter One – The Lambert Family
I was born into a family of three. My father was Enriqué Lambert, a very successful businessman. He was a bourgeoisie, through and through, that much can be admitted. A skilled worker, he worked his way through the ranks of business while quite young using his fantastic charisma, says Maman. He was 32 when I was born. My mother Deirdre, 30, was an incredibly smart woman who ran a library next to our house. (The library was called La Maison des Livres. The logo was a small house built of books, whose spines displayed titles of famous old novels and plays.) She loved all books with a passion and had already begun to pass this passion on to a great number of people by the time I was born. Like my father, she had a natural gravitas that made people like and respect her. Unlike him, she also had a natural sparkle and vitality in her eyes, which I believed helped her in her causes in life, by infusing her speech with energy from her eyes. My father's eyes were dark and deep, drawing people into his life and ideas.
Besides my parents, there was also Louis, my older brother. He was three years old when I was born. (A/N: I KNOW! Keep your pants on!) Even by three years old, he was already starting to give in to his comedic and mischievous nature.
My birthday was July 14, 1810. Bastille Day. I'd never forget the significance of this, not ever. It was embedded in me for as long as I can remember. I always remember knowing my two personal connections with the Revolution. One was my name, the other my birthday. It was as if Fate bore me to be a rebellious child, though at the time, it still remained to be seen.
When I was a year old, a new addition was made to the family. Ana-Marie. She was adorable! Both Louis and I loved Ana very much. We called her Petit Ana until she was twelve (which she never appreciated) and all of us spoiled her rotten, but thankfully she never put on airs. Our family lived in perfect peace with each other. Of course, we had our fair share of misfortune, too, but we always stuck together.
One misfortune that befell my family occurred when I was only two years old. Maman and Louis told Ana and me as soon as we were old enough to understand. I can recite it from memory...
I was born into a family of three. My father was Enriqué Lambert, a very successful businessman. He was a bourgeoisie, through and through, that much can be admitted. A skilled worker, he worked his way through the ranks of business while quite young using his fantastic charisma, says Maman. He was 32 when I was born. My mother Deirdre, 30, was an incredibly smart woman who ran a library next to our house. (The library was called La Maison des Livres. The logo was a small house built of books, whose spines displayed titles of famous old novels and plays.) She loved all books with a passion and had already begun to pass this passion on to a great number of people by the time I was born. Like my father, she had a natural gravitas that made people like and respect her. Unlike him, she also had a natural sparkle and vitality in her eyes, which I believed helped her in her causes in life, by infusing her speech with energy from her eyes. My father's eyes were dark and deep, drawing people into his life and ideas.
Besides my parents, there was also Louis, my older brother. He was three years old when I was born. (A/N: I KNOW! Keep your pants on!) Even by three years old, he was already starting to give in to his comedic and mischievous nature.
My birthday was July 14, 1810. Bastille Day. I'd never forget the significance of this, not ever. It was embedded in me for as long as I can remember. I always remember knowing my two personal connections with the Revolution. One was my name, the other my birthday. It was as if Fate bore me to be a rebellious child, though at the time, it still remained to be seen.
When I was a year old, a new addition was made to the family. Ana-Marie. She was adorable! Both Louis and I loved Ana very much. We called her Petit Ana until she was twelve (which she never appreciated) and all of us spoiled her rotten, but thankfully she never put on airs. Our family lived in perfect peace with each other. Of course, we had our fair share of misfortune, too, but we always stuck together.
One misfortune that befell my family occurred when I was only two years old. Maman and Louis told Ana and me as soon as we were old enough to understand. I can recite it from memory...