Life After The Duel

*Spoilers for Hamilton The Musical!*
An hour after the duel they thought he was going to die. The day after the duel they were unsure. And now, a week after the duel, he is still alive. This is what happened if Hamilton would have survived.
*Yellow for some traumatic scenes.*
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Colonial Dolls:


10. November 20th, 1806: Little Eliza's Birthday Morning!

It was cold and rainy, but nonetheless, I made my way downstairs in the dawn. It was my second daughter, Eliza's, birthday. She was turning seven. I folded her gift, a new hankerchief, delicately, and put it my her breakfast plate. There wasn't much fruit, but I took some eggs and heated them in a pan above the fire, and took some bacon from the storehouse and cooked it on the pan until it sizzled. 


After the food was on her plate and mine, I could see the sun rising , and the rain was gently coming to a halt. Eliza came rushing down the hill, her hair ruffled and a smile across her face. "Good morning, dear. Happy Birthday!" I said with a hug. "Thank you, Mother." She said to me. "You told me to rise with the sun. But why?" She asked delicately. "You see. 'Tis the reason I got you up so early. So you and I could eat together without all the men talking politics." responded, and Eliza laughed, and said her thanks. We sat down, and she saw the hankercheif. "Oh thank you, Mother. 'Tis beautiful!" She said. I smiled. She was so darling. "Now eat up." I said. "Let's chat."


"Now I know God never granted you a lovely sister your age. And it may be my deepest regret. And I am so sorry that Angie could not come down from Dr. MacDonald's to visit, as I know you love when she plays the piano. But I've decided that today we are going to go down to town and we are going to buy you a doll." I had planned it for weeks, and was so proud of the idea. There was a shop in the city that made dolls. "Oh, Mother, this is the best birthday ever. I am quite excited!" I smiled. I was happy that she was happy.


"I'm glad, dear. I can't wait to spend more time with you." I said. "I really ought to thank you about how understanding you've been about the situation with your father."I continued."I know that I have not spent as much time with you as I would like. You have been very responsible and uh..." There was a growing lump in my throat. "I can't believe you're already seven. Feels like 'twas just yesterday you were just born. I was so happy to have a little girl." I smiled, remembering. 


Eliza laughed. "You laughed. After you were done crying. I remember your father was so relieved. That laugh warmed his heart. He felt so sad about Angie. You were a newfound Angel in our lives. You make us so proud. And I am so, so, sorry that I may have let you forget that. I never want you to forget that. Thank you, Eliza. You make me so happy." I finished. By this point, I hadn't noticed it until now, but I was holding young Eliza's hands in my own.


We finished eating and talked about useless banter, dolls, new dresses and hairstyles. "You better go get yourself ready!" I told Eliza, as she went to go clear her plate. "Don't worry. I'll take it." I said, and watched Eliza scamper up the large stairs to our bedroom. As I looked out the window, I could tell it had been two hours since Eliza had hurried down the stairs before.

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