McCormick Woolen Shoppe
Blond with Bronze Blue-Green
Five Foot Six
Mariah had a
nurturing nature even at the young age of nine when she took
over the kitchen and cleaning. She had already learned how to
cook before her mother left them all high and dry. It was
something she would never understand and wounded her deeply,
keeping that scar well hidden by taking her mother's place in
manual duties. She had seen the pain in her father's eyes that
made it even more painful to her so she did what in her young
mind could do in remedying the situation. She became the mother
even to the point of behaving such towards her siblings not much
younger than herself. So caught up in taking over the household
she never took time for herself, she'd been living another
person's life that had gone out of hers. Her father kept trying
and in time that pain eased from his eyes, a man she adored, and
eased from her own heart. Growing up brought with it a different
outlook on things.
The years had
escaped her she realized one morning while sitting out on the
verandah of her father's Ranch. Scott, the youngest, would
probably be married first. Carisa had the attention of a Prince
and Christopher had a wonderful lass doted on him as he was
doted on her. Maybe he would marry the very one. Maybe Carisa
would marry the Prince and if not she was sure she would marry
someone just as wonderful. There was no one in her life she
realized because she never had time to allow anyone to come into
her life. Not even friends. It took getting out and asserting
onself to meet others which she had not. She had at first helped
Carisa with the book shoppe but usually inventory or stocking of
shelves when no one was about. Had she done it on purpose? Tears
welled in her eyes as she felt her life slipping away and having
not lived much of it except cleaning, cooking and making sure
everyone else was happy.
The words of
her father had stung even though she knew they had been spoken
in kindness. You need to get out and meet others, Mariah.
What your mother did was not your fault and she is long gone.
You are not like her and you do not have to make up for her. I
want you to take over the Woolen Shop as a start in meeting
others. As much as you have been a terrific help to me, it is
time you made a life of your own too. I love you dearly and
because I do, I want you to find happiness as your
brothers and sister are finding. You will not find it here
hidden away in my kitchen. She swallowed away the build up
felt in her throat as she knew her father was right. It was time
to make a life of her own. The thought scared her more than she
would ever admit to anyone.
**I have no tolerance
for immature gaming or ooc. No play in IMs. Fantasy Medieval Based.
Character created 10-04-09**
*Pictures used are to represent how Mariah would look only.
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