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Childhood/family
I grew up in a small town with my family known as the Richardsons. We lived in Salem, a close-knit village known to be full of trust, enough trust to sleep with our doors unlocked every night. I spent my days at the age of 10, helping my mother knit blouses to sell within our family business. My father along with my brother, who is 3 years older than me, attended the small field of crops we had in our backyard. My mother filled the remaining field with a garden full of daisies she adored. One cloudless day, I decided to help my father water the crops. As I was working, I saw this petite girl about my age near the neighborhood pond playing with such fascinating dolls that sparked my curiosity. I introduced myself to her as Eleanor Richardson and she told me to call her Izzy, short for Elizabeth. From there on, our relationship blossomed into best friends, like the garden of flowers my mother cherished. Izzy loved the daisies I would generously pick out from my garden to give to her. However, when I turned 11, my mother wanted to move to Beverly to open up a bakery and my father wanted to become a pastor. I was heartbroken to leave Izzy, a sister I never had and a companion for adventure. I packed my bittersweet memories along with a beautiful doll Izzy had given to me. The doll was her favourite one, and was the first doll she showed me the day we met at the pond. I gathered all the remaining daisies from my backyard and offered them to Izzy one last time. I said my last farewell to Salem and headed to the unknown town of Beverly.
Job Occupation
It has been well over 2 decades since I left Salem. I am currently living my life in Beverly going well onto 34 years old. I spend my waking hours working with my mother and brother at our bakery, proudly serving fresh bread and baked goods. Every Sunday, I prepare fresh baked goods to bring to my father’s sermons as he preaches the gospel for our town, Beverly.
current relationships
Working at the bakery, I’ve met all kinds of people within our small community. I became a social person, becoming friends with all the members in the neighbourhood. One particular man stood out and caught my attention. I ended up marrying that charming man named Reverend Hale, who swept me away with his wisdom for humanity and romantic affection. My mother and brother are accepting of Hale, but my father has his doubts. He feels uneasy with Hale focusing on witchcraft, but I do not blame him. Since my father is one of the people who is closest to God.
passion/talents/interest/hopes
Since I was 11, I developed a passion and talent for baking ever since I helped out my family’s bakery for years. My favourite recipe I perfect every time, is baking banana bread. I love the delicate aroma that reminds me of my childhood, enjoying a slice of banana bread by the pond with Izzy. My dream was to always have a child to raise and patiently watch grow up. I have tried to conceive, but the 8 years I have struggled to do so, always ended up in a miscarriage. A dream is just a dream I would say. Deep in my heart, I have an ambition to speak up for the slaves who have no voice in our society. I see no such label as slaves but humans that should live free like we do. I hope deep down, our society will learn to love and treat each other fairly, exactly how God wants us to do so. I also hope, that my husband and I, can shed the truth on the unlawful actions committed due to the witchcraft trials that is destroying Salem’s identity. Since Reverend Hale left to Salem to take upon the trials, I decided to return and seek if my childhood friend Elizabeth, now married to John Proctor, is safe from the unlawful accusations. My hope for humanity seems lost in corruption, but I have the slightest hope, that the love God gave us to freely feel, will shed over the evil we created.
Life defining moment
The beauty in life is that you never expect what is coming. I have always felt this bottomless pit of loneliness knowing I would not be able to bear children. However, I believe God has its way of blessing upon a gift for what I have always longed for. When I came to Salem, I knew there was no chance in saving Elizabeth. The town of Salem has gone too far down to the path of corruption, punishing without evidence, but using revenge to poison the village and kill those who are hated. Elizabeth suffered, giving birth to a baby girl while being incarcerated. Once her pregnancy was due, the courts were going to hang her, like how they unlawfully hung John Proctor. He rather die holding the truth then live by confessing a lie and that is exactly what Elizabeth is carrying out. Maybe I was not meant to have a kid, but care for another as my own. God granted my dream of a baby. Maybe God planned this from the beginning. What are the odds of becoming childhood friends with Elizabeth, now caring for her little girl?. What are the odds of marrying a witchcraft expert, that somehow came back to my childhood village, in Salem?. I would have never expected to come back to Salem if I had not heard about the witchcraft trials through my husband. I believe God has its way of gifting us. Maybe my purpose in life is to find happiness through cherishing the life of nurturing a baby whose mother’s existence tragically ends in suffering. I want to teach Elizabeth’s little girl the suffering her birth mother endured while she faced the injustice with integrity to stay truthful and even die while holding onto the truth. Maybe someday, this little infant, will have the courage to save others like how I am saving this child as my own. I want to cherish Elizabeth’s baby as my own, a way to honour her dignity. I want to raise and educate her the wrongdoings from the witchcraft trials and the slavery our society has created. This baby, a gift from God, somehow reminds me of the doll Elizabeth has given to me. A memory that speaks her innocence and the love she shared amongst others. Returning to Beverly, I planted my own garden full of white daisies to commemorate my best friend that I lost through corruption while expressing the justice she deserved.
