Memoir IA Chapter by Adelise EclairThe caged birdLucifer’s Rosaria
~A tale of lost
love~
Memoir
I
Back in the mounts of old Magnolia, stands
a rustic Victorian Bungalow. Isolated from the rest of the town, the old manor
makes its place in the midst of a field of daisies. This is where my family has
lived through the years. Generation after generation the Whittlerose family has
governed the town of Magnolia all the while living apart from it. Our family
prides itself with our forefather’s endless wealth and royal lineage. Such
pedigree is what sets our family from all the rest of society.
My name is Rozhelia Éclair Clarraisen De
Whittlerose. I am the Whittlerose 5th generation’s only heiress.
Despite my parents marrying according to their respective family’s wishes, they
loved each other very much. When I was born, the elders of the family were
distraught over the fact that my mother gave birth to a girl. After all, the
Whittlerose legacy has always been passed down to a male heir. Even if there
were competent women fit for the role, the power was always handed down to the
men.
My father, “Harver Reis Whittlerose” was
the heir to the previous generation; despite having two older sisters. The
elders and their stubbornness were willing to wait for his birth just so that
the family would continue its male empowered traditions. During these times women
were considered the “weaker” half of society. They were confined to
responsibility within the household and were seen as incompetent and unfit for the
more significant duties that men would take. Despite the existence of those who
fought for the rights of women, there were still those who stayed true to their
shallow beliefs, ignoring all sense of morality. The elders in the Whittlerose
family are one example. The inferiority of women was something so heavily bared
onto their minds that they resolved to mold such belief into the family’s
traditions.
Relatives who were against such absurd ways
could only bite their tongue in silence. The elders had great influence over
the family and anyone who dared to stand against them was left to fend for
themselves. Everyone else had no choice but to follow out of fear of being
ostracized and ridiculed by their family members. For a family that raised the
ever so great Magnolia, one would hardly guess that discrimination would be
part of its whole.
I
The
bond that ties us down Is
a fragile feather That
fell from the sky The
ever grey sky
II In
a distant past So
long ago What
couldn’t last? Buried
in snow My parents though were overjoyed with my
birth, and paid no heed to the elder’s scowls and scorn. “They want a boy? Then they’ll get one!
Roszhelia, honey, you’re going to be an older sister!” father said as he
cradled my infant self in his arms.
“Oh, but dear, what if the next child turns
out to be girl?” mother asked.
“Then we’ll keep at it until we have a
boy! The odds won’t matter, we’ll raise this family no matter how big it’s
gonna get.”
“Keep at it until we have a boy? Oh don’t
you have any pity for your dear wife?”
“What are you saying Lucrecia?! Didn’t we
both share the same dream of starting a family together? If those old geezers
won’t be satisfied, we’ll give them what they want! I won’t stand for my family
getting back slashed by them just because of some idiotic tradition. Don’t you agree?”
“Dear, I have no qualms about sharing the
same dream that you do, but if ever there is the chance that I can only give
birth to girls then it would be better for all of us if you just go in search
of another wife or else I am doomed to die from the strain of childbirth. You
know how stubborn the relatives are, right? Unless I give birth to a boy they
will expect me to keep bringing in babies.”
“Don’t say such a horrible thing!”
“Dear, it’s a possibility, a possibility.”
“Lucrecia, I love you, but you tend to say
the most horrid of things at times.”
“I’m serious here Harver!”
“Roszhelia, honey,” he whimpers in
despair, with his arms clutched tightly on to me. “Your mother’s saying depressing
things again! She always does this during joyous occasions!”
Mother sighed. “Really now, sometimes I
can’t help but wonder who really is the “man” of this family.”
Unlike previous generations, I was
fortunate to have parents who thought nothing of my gender and were simply pleased
knowing I was born with no health problems. Other relatives were so in line
with the elder’s ways that most of the women in our family were made clear to
be of the “lower rank”. My father’s two elder sisters were said to be most of
the time ignored by their father. Despite the toys and dresses he gives out to
his two daughters, he never once looked them in the eye. My father told me how
the elder’s arrogance and superiority towards women greatly influenced many of
the family members.
The elders saw women as inferior and they
wanted the rest of the family members to see it the same way as they do. All
these disgusting traits were concealed by the family’s contributions to
Magnolia. The Whittlerose family shared their wealth handsomely with the
community, keeping the town and its inhabitants happy and content. Yes,
Magnolia was particularly radiant, so full of life that it lived up to its
name’s close relation to the light of the sun. The people were grateful to the
Whittlerose family and held deep respect for them. The Whittlerose family and
their compassionate ways was merely a mask that hid the family’s arrogance and
sense of superiority. Little did they know that the mask would loosen from time
to time, revealing its darkened crevices to those who knew where to look.
I Sorry
for my tears My
fragile tears Those
eternal years That
broke apart
II The
butterfly loses wing And
falls to the ground Hear
it softly sing Without
a sound
My mother, despite having experienced
harsh treatment from the other relatives, kept her gentle manner. Raised in a
family that looked beyond social norms, mother failed to understand the
discriminating behavior of the elders. She was brought to the Whittlerose
household for the sole purpose of marrying Father in hopes that their unified
wealth would be of value to Magnolia. Of course everything went according to
plan, Magnolia was thriving and the townspeople were happy. The elders were
pleased so far, the only thing left was to decide the heir and it was obvious
enough how this would go about. “Have the current son birth the next male heir”
was what they thought to themselves, leaving great expectations on both my
parent’s shoulders.
My parents on the other hand hardly cared
about the elder’s so called “expectations” the couple were deeply in love and
were overjoyed at the idea that they could start a family together. “Naïve” the
elders thought about the happy couple, but that’s the kind of people my parents
were.
As a
child I was raised with the gentle affection of both of them, and because of
this, it was very rare for me to ever meet the so called “off-setting” looks of
the other members of the family. Despite that, as a child I could not help but
feel a vague sense of inferiority mixed with anxiety. Were these emotions
brought on by the unjustified reality at wake? To uphold my parent’s pure
intentions, I questioned circumstances no further. In a certain sense I was
probably on the same level of naiveté with my parents.
In this large old manor, that creaks at
night and radiates with a dusty glow, there was an intense air that veiled the
household. This air bared heavily on everyone making them irritable and mean. Even
the children, said to be close to my age seemed to be indifferent and hard to
get along with.
My mother told me not to judge others so
easily so I thought that maybe my own negative impressions were because I was
shy and just not used to talking to other people. Truth be said, that actually
made a whole lot of sense. Sheltered by my parent’s it was expected that I
wouldn’t get a chance to interact with pretty much anyone. Just catching a
glimpse of them during events was the only way for me. Honestly, I always
wanted to start a conversation with any one of them but the words would never
come out and every opportunity granted onto me was wasted by my clumsy fumbles
and stuttering. I was terrified in a
way; I mean they all had this stiff expression on their faces, just looking at
them made me feel suffocated and tense.
Not much of a difference from how the adults usually look but then again
was everyone back then required being as terrifying as an adult?
Despite
all that, I wasn’t taken in by the family’s shroud. Even with all the
unpleasant energy negating off from within the household, there existed warmth.
Such was brought up flawlessly by my loving parents. I was protected in a way
because of them. I was safe within the keep of a very fragile yet precious
barrier; ignorant to the unsettling darkness that lied beyond it.
A Pandora’s Box
keeping all the ugliness of the world dormant and unseen, just waiting to be
one day opened and set free.
I The
moment's eternity Is
ever so forlorn Denying
reality Pain
is then born
II Like
a wailing child The
cry is heard Heart
ever so mild.... The
fragile bird
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