Post by violetcollins on Mar 29, 2015 23:42:12 GMT -5
LILLIAN COLLINS
Lillian nodded and listened intently as he spoke, while struggling to keep from putting too much weight on her numb foot; it felt too weird, like she had no foot at all.
"We do just about everything we can. My mother works at the bakery from time to time, but usually she's cooped up in her room. My brothers help out the neighbors and take any additional jobs they can for extra cash, and sometimes help at the bakery as well, though they're both awful at cooking." She lightly smiles, though her mood had dropped slightly at the mention of her mother's usual disappearance. "I take any job that comes around, either if it's helping out at the bakery or helping in the square. Anything that needs to be done, I try my best to do it." She swallows. Out of her family, she was usually the one to take upon the burden of money; her brothers were much too young, and after the death of her father, her mother was hardly any help. And with responsibility comes stress. Her whole family was dependent on her; often she felt obliged to take on any burden, even if it stressed her to the max.
Lillian's father had died of an unknown disease when she was thirteen, devastating the whole family. Her father had been a lovable, hard-working man; when he passed on, their lasting money practically went down the drain, along with the family's spirit and hope. Lillian had been the closest to her father; she'd done everything with him, from learning how to bake to him helping her with whatever homework her tiny school provided. With him, Lillian had been different; more carefree, more outgoing. Now, it was as if she was a shell of her former self -- taking on every responsibility and working until she physically couldn't.
And, of course, to add on to the tragedy, once her beloved father had passed on, there was hardly any money left to invest in the twins' school fund. Though they still went to school each day, it left the family hanging on by a thread; luckily, Lillian was out of school now, but with her depressed mother and growing brothers, despite her hard work money was running dry. And it killed her to know that there was hardly anything she could do about it, except work harder.
( crowley )
