This is the place where we’ve been living for the last year, but don’t worry, I am here to help. The time has come to start a new life in a new place. My husband, who recently met me at a party, was in a little town and I talked to him about my new home. He explained that he wanted to do something for the little girl whom I have come to love.
What he meant by that was that he wants to give her a home. I was so touched that he was willing to give up his life to give her a home. I had so wanted to do the same for my own daughter, I was so proud of how much I had helped her grow up. I am so glad that I could help him. It was my dream to take care of someone else’s children, and I am so glad that I have been able to help him achieve that.
Florence, he explained himself, is a name he chose when he was a young child because it was the name of the most beautiful woman to him. His name is William Francis Florence Coddington. A name that means “the man that will take on the world.” A name that would be a fine name for any child.
I always have a hard time believing that I will ever get to work with a person that has the power to make me a better president—but I would never dream of working with my own children.
The name makes sense as well. Florence was born in the year 1797, and by birth he was a very young man. His father was a military general in the French army and he was a great admirer of Napoleon Bonaparte. His brother was also a general and was a very close friend of Napoleon. By birth he was a very young man, only 23 years old.
His real name was Charles. His birth was a mystery, as his parents never told the family about it. As a child he was considered a very troublesome child, who used to make trouble for his parents all the time, and whenever he was in trouble he would run away to his house. He was never given a proper education and his parents were very strict in their rules. His father was very strict, and he could never make him listen to anything that needed to be explained to him.
Charles was very quiet, very shy, and the only thing he could say was things that he wanted to say. He would only come out in his family when his parents were asleep or at the dinner table. He was very happy and very good at his job. He was a nice guy and he was always smiling. He was very popular at school, and he had many friends. He was very good at playing the piano, and he could sing very well.
What happened to the kids at the dinner table? Not much of a break from them, but the kids were all quite happy with the meal.
The people at the dinner table are a small slice of our human family tree. We’ve been told they’re not our real parents and that they’re in fact dead. That’s a lie, of course, but they are the people that gave us our names when we were born. We are the ones that are not really our parents.
At least that is the idea, but the closer we get to our real parents, the more we realize that we actually aren’t our real parents. We are our parents’ parents. We are the ones that are lying to them. And they are the ones that are lying to us.