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I was twelve-years-old was my mother passed of illness.I remember running from school as soon as my tutor had informed me of the terrible news.I was gasping for air as I reached the front porch of my home.My grandmother was standing there,wearing a black dress and tears stained on her face.I was hysterical.
"I thought my child was supposed to out live me...",she croaked.
I always knew my mother would die one day of her sickness.Each day,she crept closer and closer to death.
My grandmother pulled a peice of parchment from the pocket of her black dress and read to me what i was to inheirit from my mother's will. What she read to me had shocked me.She informed that I had a god-father to whom i have never met before in my life. He was willing to care for me in my gaurdian's absense.
Unfortunatley,my god-father lives in Ireland, so I had to wait.Oh, and wait I did. For four years I waited.I lived with my grandmother.Untill,She passed away too.
My name is Ainsel Alice and I am sixteen and I live in London,England. The year is 1877,and I am an orphan.Usually, sixteen-year-old women have husbands and live in houses and clean all day,caring for their husbands. But not me, I have no man to marry and take care of.
The next day,after my grandmother passed,I received a letter from the postage man from my god-father whose name is apparently 'Alan Rickman', or so the letter said. It said that he lives in Rickman Manor, a mansion in the east Irish countryside somewhere between Meath and Dublin.
He wrote that he would send his best man to fetch me and bring me to Rickman Manor to live with him untill I find a nice,rich man to marry.
Four days later,an old man,about the age of 60,appeared at my door.He was tall,with gray haired whiskers and he wore a black coat and hat.He smiled and introduced himself.His name is Walter and he was told by my godfather,where exactly I lived so he could be my escourt.Walter told me about his journey here to London.He said he crossed the Irish Sea on a ship with impoters going to Bristol and rode on a carrige all the way to London!!He helped me pack and we rode on the carrige back to Bristol and we were lucky to find more importers willing to make a stop in Dublin. The entire trip took four days!
Now,I have only just arrived to Rickman Manor an hour ago. Rickman Manor is beautiful, elegant and fit for royality. Walter told me that Mr.Alan is the only son of a very wealthy english aristocrat who bought this mansion way back before I was born. Mr. Alan had inheirited this beautiful heaven from his father after his death ten years ago.