Bonjour I am Paige Marie Jean-LaVeau...
For the longest time ive wanted to tell this story and although now is a good oppurtunity I find myself short on time so please excuse my poor penmanship. I should start by saying that to understand fully what im about to say it might be wise to learn of my ancestry, for those of you that already know, it goes like this...
I remember the day like no other, even in the event I was only 10 years of age. I remember sitting on the bench during recess and having this horrible feeling though I could not explain it yet, shortly after my father would interupt the class to have me pulled from my schooling early. We then went to my sister Chantel's class to pull her too, I remember my father being so rushed and so concerned yet at the same moment so lost. I would only see my father look that way one other time in my life, although the second time I rather enjoyed, but im loosing the story. It pains me at times to write this and considering my lack of time,
to make a long story short, we had been taken out of schooling to be told of the death of our mother. As bad as it seemed I knew I had a new role in life and that is what concerned me. I had always remembered what my mother had told me 3 years prior...
The breeze flew in lightly through the window, the drapes dancing around as I walked into my mothers room. I always loved when she would tell me stories or talk to me about anything, she always had a way of making everything exciting to me and I always understood her. "Paige sit down love, I have to tell you something important." I slid onto my mothers bed, touching the lace white cover spread, I always loved how it felt on my hands. I looked up at my mother gazing at those beautiful eyes of hers with the biggest smile on my face, I wouldnt keep that smile for long however. "Paige love, you know I wont always be around, and you know how I love and worry about your father and mercedes." I nodded not quite sure where she was going with this, I remember looking around the room, almost intoxicated by the smell of the insence and the way the smoke of it coiled up and around the bed post. "Paige love let me show you something" She slid off the bed and crouched down, reaching under the bed.
"What is it mother?" I cant to this day recall what I thought it was going to be, but somehow I knew I would remember it always. From under the bed she pulled out an antique redwood chest no bigger than her pillow. It was the most ornate gorgeous thing I had ever seen, but wondered why she would hide such a treasure under the bed and not in plain sight so we could marvel at it. I looked it over and touched all the golden carved symbols and locks that adorned it as my mother went to her closet and reached up on her toes to reach for what she was getting. She pulled down a small black satin pouch and quickly slid it in her bra then left the room while I sat there plopping my head on the pillow and taking in the scents of my mothers room. It always smelled of jasmine and rare scents that I would never smell anywhere else again. She walked back into the room this time with a small purple satin pouch and pulled the other from her blouse and layed them both delicately on the bed. Opening each pouch in turn she pulled out a small key.Even the keys seemed exquisite, all shiny and golden. The chest had numerous keyholes, almost 12 of them located all over it. She slid in the keys and turned them each in a specific hole she obviously knew by heart and drew open the chest as I peered over to see what I had been made to wait for.