MidReal Story
Melody of Resilience
Scenario: Un enfant orphelin de père, né d'une famille de 2 frères et une sœur. Le jeune garçon se retrouve confronté aux obstacles de la vie, entre sa passion la musique et les études il était perdu. Il s'est battu et est devenu une grande star de la musique et tout son entourage est fier de lui.
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I was only six years old when my father died.
He was a good man, and he loved us all very much.
But he was a poor man, and he worked himself to death trying to provide for us.
After he passed away, my mother left us too.
I don’t remember much about her, but I do remember the day she walked out the door and never came back.
My older sister Marie tells me that she had a nervous breakdown and went to live in a mental institution.
I don’t know what that means, but I do know that I miss her every day.
Marie was only fifteen years old when our mother left, but she became our new mother right away.
She cooked our meals, washed our clothes, and made sure we all did our homework every night.
My older brother Luc was only thirteen at the time, but he became the man of the house.
He did all the heavy lifting and took care of us when we were sick or scared.
The first time I knew something was terribly wrong, was the day my father didn’t come home from work.
He was a big, strong man, a coal miner, and it was difficult to imagine him being hurt.
But even the strongest men can fall, and he did.
When my mother told me that he died, I didn’t understand what that meant.
But I knew it wasn’t good.
I saw the tears in her eyes, and I knew that she was heartbroken.
I also knew that she loved us very much, and that she would take care of us no matter what.
I was still a very small boy at the time, and it was hard for me to grasp the concept of death.
But as the days turned into weeks, and my father didn’t come home, I began to understand that he was never coming back.
I remember the darkness that settled over our house after he died.
My mother was so overwhelmed with grief that it was hard for her to cope.
She loved us with all of her heart, but love alone couldn’t fill the void his death left.
It was a very difficult time for all of us, but somehow we made it through.
One day, not long after my father died, my mother kissed us all goodbye and left.
She didn’t tell us where she was going or when she would be back.
She just hugged us one last time, tears streaming down her face, and walked out the door.
Marie said that our mother had gone to live in a mental institution, but all I knew was that she never came back.
She missed all of my birthdays, and Christmases too.
I didn’t understand why she left us; I just knew that I missed her very much.
My sister Marie was only fifteen years old when our mother left, but she did her best to take care of us all by herself.
She cooked our meals, cleaned our house, washed our clothes, and made sure we all did our homework every night.
Marie was always very smart.
In fact, she was the top student in her class and often won awards for her good grades.
She dreamed of going to college one day and becoming a teacher when she grew up.
But after my father died, she had to quit school and go to work at the coal mine instead.
It was hard work for a young girl, but Marie did it without complaining.
In fact, she never complained about anything–not even when we were hungry or cold or sick.
Luc also had to quit school when our father died and go to work at the mine too.
He was only thirteen years old at the time, but he was already big and strong like our father, so the boss gave him a job right away.
Luc became the man of the house after my father died.
He did all the heavy lifting and took care of his mother and sisters when they were sick or scared.
My sister Marie became the new mother of our family when I was six years old.
I was still very young and didn’t know how to do anything for myself.
But my sister Marie was incredibly responsible for her age and took over the role with remarkable ease.
She cooked our meals and made sure we ate enough healthy food every day.
She cleaned our house from top to bottom and made sure we always had clean clothes to wear.
And every night, after supper, she sat down with us at the kitchen table and made sure we did our homework before we went to bed.
Marie was only fifteen years old at the time, but she was more like a mother to me than my real mother ever was.
She was the backbone of our family and the glue that held us all together.
My brother Luc was only thirteen when my sister took over as the new mother of our family.
He also had to grow up very fast after my father died and become the man of the house.
Luc did all the heavy lifting around the house and helped his mother and sisters whenever they needed him.
He worked long hours in the coal mine and came home covered in soot every night.
He was very tired and dirty when he came home from work every day, but he was also very proud of himself for doing such a good job.
Luc was very mature for his age and more responsible than most boys his age.
He never complained about anything–not even when he had to do things he didn’t like.
And he always put his family’s needs before his own.
Life was very hard for our family after my father died.
We didn’t have much money or food or clothes, but we had each other.
The small mining town where we lived was very poor and most people lived in small wooden houses with no running water or electricity.
But it was also very tight-knit community where everyone knew everyone else’s business.
When the men went on strike at the mine and there was no money or food coming in, our neighbours all pitched in and brought us what they could spare–a jar of homemade jam or pickles or some fresh vegetables from their garden.
Monsieur Leblanc, the owner of the company store, also offered to let us buy what we needed on credit until things got better.
My father had been very good friends with Monsieur Leblanc and worked for him at the mine for many years.
When he died, Monsieur Leblanc felt very sorry for us and wanted to help in any way that he could.
But our family didn’t want to take charity, so we paid back every penny we owed him as soon as we could.
Despite all the hardship, we were a family that stuck together no matter what happened.
We were there for each other during the good times and the bad times too.
And we loved each other very much.
Our family also had a lot of fun together and we laughed often, even when we had nothing to laugh about.
I still remember my father’s big belly laugh and how it filled our house when he told one of his funny stories around the kitchen table.
We missed him very much after he died, but we knew that he would always be with us in spirit.
Our life was not easy, but we were a family that stuck together no matter what happened.
My father kissed us goodbye and told us that he would see us at dinner.
But he never came home that fateful day and I had to grow up quickly after that.
My sister Marie took over the role of mother and my brother Luc became the man of the house.
He was only thirteen years old but already bigger and stronger than most men twice his age.
After my father died, Luc worked in the same coal mine where my father worked and also went to school at the same time.
My sister Marie was only fifteen years old at the time, but she was very mature for her age and very responsible too.
She tried very hard to take care of us just like our mother would have done if she were still alive.
Life was not easy for us after our father died, but we were a family that stuck together no matter what happened.
We were also a very close-knit family and we loved each other very much.
Luc also worked in the same coal mine where my father worked and also went to school at the same time.
He always worked very hard and never complained about having to do heavy work even when he was very tired.
He often came home from work so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
I really admired him for everything he did and wanted to be just like him when I grew up.
Marie also went to school every day, even though she had to take care of me and our younger brother and sister too.
She always made sure we all did our homework every night and that we went to bed on time too.
She also cooked for us and washed our clothes and cleaned house–just like our mother would have done if she were still alive.
I don’t know how she did it all, but she never complained about having to do so much work or having so many responsibilities either.
She also tried very hard in school because she wanted to make our parents proud of her.
Luc also worked in the same coal mine where my father worked after he died.
He had to drop out of school when our father died because there wasn’t enough money coming in to pay for his tuition and books.
But he still wanted me to go to school because he knew that education was very important.
Even though I was only a little boy at the time, I didn’t really understand the importance of education.
I just thought it was something that all little boys had to do.
But Luc often told me that one day I would thank him for making me go to school.
So, even though I didn’t like going to school, I did what I was told.
I also worked very hard in school because I wanted to make him proud of me.
I also wanted to be just like him when I grew up.
Our family didn’t have much money after our father died, but we were a family that stuck together no matter what happened.
We also loved each other very much even though we all missed our father very much after he died.
I was only a little boy when my father died, and I didn’t really understand what was happening at the time.
