My name is, or was, Dollores Elizabeth Pennsburg. I was born in 1845, during what is now referred to as the Victorian Era, in London, England. The British Empire thrived and its people reflected the prosperity of its motherland. If I had been born a decade or two before I would have been born into a far less privileged lower class. Fortunately, my father, Henry Pennsburg, who's business dealt in steal, had been one of the many to benefit from the Industrial Revolution. My fathers new found wealth carried him all the way into upper-middle class society, which is where he met my mother, Elizabeth Holmes, the daughter of a British Naval Officer who had died that year of tuberculosis, leaving her and the elderly Mrs. Holmes in debt, due to my grandfather's gambling habits, and in need of financial rescuing. My father was all to willing to be their knight in shining armor and after about 6 months of courtship Miss Elizabeth B. Holmes became Mrs. Elizabeth B. Holmes Pennsburg. A month after the honeymoon the doctor declared my mother pregnant. My grandmother tells me that both my parents where delighted by the news and immediately began making preparations for the birth of their first child.
During the 9 months that followed my father had been working harder then ever to increase our family's wealth in order to full support the raising of an infant while my mother stay home and indoors, for the most part, being waited on hand and foot my the newly hired servants as she dictated over the house hold and the refurbishing of the guest bedroom that would soon serve as my nursery, as well as conducting several interviews for a nanny.
My father had taken time off work (after several preparation had been made to insure that all would run smoothly during his absence of course) during the last month of my mother's pregnancy in order to spend more time with her. My mother however had spent the last 8 months secluded to the estate and had grown quite bored and irritable. It was fortunate he did so to, for my mother went into labor two and half weeks before the marked due date. By the time the doctor arrived I had already crowned. After several hours of agony I was born on Sunday night, October 12th, 1845.
I suppose my parents, like most of their time, had been hoping their first child would be a boy and that a girl would come to as their second or third child. I am happy to have spoiled their plans. As a first born child I would always hold a special place in my parents' hearts. Especially my father, who had never loved a female, friend, parent, or lover, the way he loved me.
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