My family grew up well off.
Well off is a term rich people say to let you know they are rich.
I was comfortable for the most part, playing with my siblings, laughing and having fun. During those younger years my mother would try and sit me and my sisters down to teach, but something would always pop up. Angelica would cry about how she wanted to go outside and experience life for herself or Eliza would ask too many questions. I, on the other hand, sat there quietly, hoping to get some amount of praise from Mother. Like always she was too focused on my sisters. But who could blame her right?
As I grew older, I was taught "womanly jobs". Sewing, cleaning and cooking. I liked it for the most part, and it was fun for me, but it made me begin to wonder, why can't I be more? Isn't there more to life than cooking and cleaning and sewing? Why couldn't I go out and become a writer or a soldier or even a general like my father? I think that is when my yearning for a purpose began. From then on it only grew and grew.
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And Peggy
FanfictionPeggy has always been the invisible Schuyler sister. Nobody notices her and her intelligent mind. Instead, they give all their pride, money, love, and attention to Peggy's two elder sisters, Angelica and Eliza. But one day they will see her in a new...
