Suggested by my amazing friend a better writer than me, hamiestar

How to say to you

"Hi dad!" I exclaimed in a whisper as I entered my house. My mother was sick, and probably sleeping right now, so I kept my voice down. My father didn't respond. I set down my books that I had just gotten from the library. "Dad? Is mother any better?" I asked uneasily. My father turned to face me.

Dear Theodosia, how to say to you

Sometime last night, your mother breathed your name

And like a flame that flickers out too soon

She died

She's gone

My father broke down sobbing. I ran to his side, tears running down my cheeks as well.

She dedicated every day to you

She changed my life, she made my life worthwhile

And when you smile

I know a part of her lives on

And I know I can go on

You have come of age with our young nation

We bleed and fight  for you

Sometimes it seems that's all we do

And you and I will build a strong foundation

And I'll be here for you

That way is clear for you to blow us all away

Someday, someday, yeah you'll blow us all away

Someday, someday...

My dad smiled, and hugged me closely while I stood in shock. I felt like I was spiraling downward into a dark void of sudden, cold realization. I looked up at my father, and knew I had to be the strong one from now on. I quickly wiped away my tears, trying to be brave, but inside, I felt nothing close to courage.

"C-can I go to the park." I stuttered, wanting to slap myself for doing so. The brave ones don't stutter, so neither could I. 

My dad nodded, and I quickly left the house, forgetting to grab my coat on the way out. I ran as fast as I could to the park, stopping to rest under a tree. I finally let my emotions out. My eyes filled to the brim with tears as I sobbed over my dead mother. 

Thoughts zoomed through my head. No 11-year-old should ever have to go through this. (Yes, she actually was 11 when her mother died.)

Time passed like grains of sand slipping through my fingers as the gray morning turned to an even worse noon.

I was busy, crying my eyes out, when I heard a voice call out from above me. "Are you alright?" The voice said. I looked up hesitantly, and through my still teary eyes, saw a boy about my age. He was a slight bit taller than me, with curly, long hair that fell messily around his eyes. His face was dotted with millions of freckles. The boy kneeled down beside my as I wiped away my tears and straightened my posture.

"Yes, I'm fine." I said meekly. I grimaced at the sound of my tone. Being brave in these circumstances was harder than it looked.

"My name is Philip. Philip Hamilton." He said, holding an arm towards me. I shook it. "Hamilton? Well then you must know my father, Aaron Burr." I said. My dad had talked a lot about the Hamiltons. Some days he would rant angrily to himself about Alexander Hamilton, and other days, he would happily discuss how crazy, but friendly Mr. Alex was. From what I had heard, they constantly switched from being friends to being enemies.

"I'm Theodosia Burr." I said. Philip raised his eyebrows. "Well, indeed my father does talk about your father quite frequently."

I nodded. "It's quite perplexing, really. I can't even tell if they're friends or enemies." Philip smiled, but it soon turned to a look of concern. "Although you said you were fine, you don't look to be that way." Philip said.

I sighed, knowing I might as well tell him my troubles. "My mother, she died today." I said, my voice barely a whisper. Sympathy filled Philip's eyes. He put a comforting hand on my shoulder, saying nothing.

It was quite peaceful. Better than someone constantly apologizing. We stayed like that, making only small talk until evening. "I have to go home." I said. "My father will be worried."

We promised to stay in touch. I gave him my address, and he gave my his. Then, we parted ways.

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As our father's relationship got worse, Philip and I grew closer. We would write letters back and forth, and meet at the fountain, the very exact distance between our houses, day after day.

Then, Philip left for school.

I barely saw him, although we still continuously wrote to each other. I seemed to be falling. Not literally, but emotionally for my friend. I blushed when someone mentioned his name, and swooned over his letters. I finally came to the conclusion that I liked him.

Dear Philip,

I wrote, finally deciding to tell him my feelings.

At home, the days have been quite uneventful, following you leaving to school. I miss you dearly, and eagerly await the day you return. Our fathers have been fighting more frequently than usual lately and am worrying that they will ban any communication between us. My father seems to become more angered when I mention your name, or any indication of the topic of your family. I haven't just written this letter to talk about our fathers worsening relationship. In fact, I'm writing to tell you something very important that I have only recently discovered. I think that I have feelings for you, Philip. I constantly think about you, and feel my spirit lifting when I receive your letters. I sincerely hope that your studies are going well. I wish you the best of luck over at Kings College.

Love,

Theodosia

I was reluctant to add the "Love", but decided it was for the best. I sent the letter, nervously awaiting his response...

but it never came.