Eevee's memories

[Eevee]

I was, in my Greek life, very happy that I was to live in their house, where I would have my husbands sister for company. Although I loved him very much and was proud to be his bride, and he loved me, I also knew he would occasionally spend the night with other girls - after a banquet the girls that were brought for entertainment, also entertained the men in bed....It was normal, and a man was not expected to always refuse the girls.


Also, I know I had a daughter in that life, and I loved my baby very much,but....according to standards, I could not raise her myself, she was taken away early and a nourishing woman (don't know the term in english) took care of her; later, when she didn't need breastfeeding any more, some other slaves became her teachers and pedagoges. I had little to do with her upbringing. To think about that, saddens me in my current life, but it was just how it was done in those days, and I accepted it without questioning.


Eevee


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[Eevee]

It is not exactly a 'cure' that I remember, but I thought sharing a scene from my life as Helen, a girl who lived in Victorian England, and died from a blood disease (anemia, leukemia, or haemophaelia maybe) at age 12, was appropriate here.


From my journal :

I am a girl of about 7 years of age. I had been playing outside, and I wanted to go back inside the house. So, I ran up the few stairs to the front door. I fell, and hurt my knee. It was bleeding. I started crying, and the maid came out to see what was going on. When she saw I was bleeding, she hastily took me up and carried me inside. Daddy came to see what was happening and he took me from the maid, went with me into the living room and let me sit on his lap, trying to comfort me, and putting his clean white handkerchief on my knee to stop the bleeding. I heard my mother come running downstairs, and she was panicking, ordering the maid to tell the coach driver to drive into town to get the doctor.
She then came in, went back into another room to ask the maid for some warm water and clean cloth, and she was very nervous.


I was sitting on my daddy’s lap, I knew it was always the same when I got a wound that bled, and I expected a punishment – after the doctors visit when everything was ok again – for not being more careful. I had been told at least a hundred times to be careful when playing because of my illness….But right now I just loved sitting close to daddy, letting him dry my tears, and humming a song for me to let me forget the pain. Daddy was not home often, and it was even more rare that I got so physically close to him, and I enjoyed every moment of it, even when I had to be hurt first to receive this kind of attention.


The doctor came, looked at my knee, cleaned and disinfected it properly, and ordered my parents to see to it that I would rest to recover from the loss of blood. Even such a minor injury of mine was always a reason for worries.

Eevee


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