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Okay, well, here's my story anyway:

Bittersweet

Ameé Lablanc stared out the tiny apartment window to the rainy street below. It was a dreary day in Paris, inside as well as outside.

Ameé turned away from the window and looked around the small, drafty apartment room. Her eyes rested on her little brother, Philippe, sleeping peacefully in the trundle bed. As she watched his slow, even breathing, her thoughts drifted back to the day, over a month ago, when Papa trudged through the door of their tidy, little cottage, just outside of Paris…

Ameé had noticed how sick Papa looked, but he claimed he had simply caught a cold. Three days later, he was in bed with pneumonia. They had no money for a doctor, so Mama tended Papa the best that she could. Ameé remembered how worried she was about Papa, of course, but she was especially worried about Mama, caring for Papa all day and night. Ameé helped out by helping Mama cook, keeping the house clean, and tending to Philippe. Then, Mama came down with an awful cough, but she assured Ameé that it would go away quickly, that it was just because she was tired. The next day, Mama woke up with a fever. Ameé did not know how to care for her parents, but she did the best that she could.

Mama and Papa died within a day of each other, leaving 10 year old Ameé and 3 year old Philippe penniless orphans. Ameé thought that she could find work, perhaps as a maid, and take care of Philippe in their little cottage. But the police said they had to go to the Children's Home because Ameé could not take care of herself and her little brother. Ameé knew that if they went to the Children's Home, she and Philippe would be separated. As much as she hated to leave their little home, she knew that they must. Leaving, she decided, was better than being separated. They ran away the night before they were to go to the Children's Home. Ameé packed very few things - a set of clothes for each of them, and a picture of their parents, so Philippe would not forget them.

Poor little Philippe did not understand everything that was going on. Ameé made sure he understood that he would not see his Mama and Papa anymore, and that he and Ameé had to leave or he would not see her anymore, either.

They had walked in the city that night and all the next day. Towards the evening, Ameé saw a sign that said there was a room to rent. It was close to a rich part of town, and Ameé hoped she could get a job working at one of the houses there. She went in to talk with the owner. The landlady introduced herself as Miss Sophia Caron. When Ameé explained the situation of her and Philippe, Miss Caron said that Ameé did not have to pay money for rent, but could have the room and meals in exchange for helping cook meals and do general housework. That way, Ameé would not have to work elsewhere, and would be able to stay with Philippe.

Philippe stirred in his sleep, bringing Ameé out of her reverie. He opened his eyes the tiniest bit, then closed them quickly when he saw Ameé watching him, trying hard not to smile. Ameé grinned at her little brother who was once again peeking at her. As she watched his playfulness, she noticed a ray of sunshine beginning to play across Philippe's babyish features. Soon, the whole room was bright as sunlight streamed in through the window.

"So pretty, Ameé," Philippe whispered, his eyes wide open and full of wonder.
"Yes it is, Philippe," Ameé replied quietly. Turning back to the window, she looked up at the bright, crystal blue sky that had been damp and gray not long before. She closed her eyes and let the sun warm her face. In that moment, Ameé knew that she was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead of them. No matter what.
 
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I've started lots of stories, but this is the first story I have ever finished!

I love your siggy, by the way.
 
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I actually started a book, but right now I'm at a dead end. Trying to incorporate some humor into a sad story is not easy
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C'mon, peeps, we need more entries!
 

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