In my modest opinion, I have always thought our family a good one, big enough to be respectable but not overwhelming.
As I grew, around my fourteen years the Rostand increased its numbers a bit more. My big sister, Shirley, acceded to the courting offer of one Godfrey Duran. His was one of those traditional lines too, and the young man was nice enough. Our aunt, Zoe, got married to Ure Evans.
He was one of those few traveler friends I had made through the years. Mother had told me to always take with myself a citizenship application form, in case I were to make a friend I wanted to invite to live in the Kingdom. Ure was the one I invited, and I remember following him and aunt Zoe while they were courting, cheering from the sidelines.
I was the happiest when they finally tied the knot.
Especially if it could mean more cousins. Of course, I already had three at the time, but I wanted a bigger family. Before we only consisted of our paternal grandparents, father and his two siblings, mother and Shirley. Later uncle Milo married aunt Jolene and had Vicky, and my childhood was all the better for it.
YOU ARE READING
Narcissa Rostand's Journal - The Rostand
FanfictionA little view of the daily life of the Rostand family through the eyes of their Head of Family Narcissa Rostand, spanning since her childhood and passing through her engagement, work life, motherhood and little manipulations as she recounts her life...
