It was more that I stayed away in order that we could get along.
[It all makes Enjolras a little sad now, when he considers it. His work was the work of revolution, and that could not have been stopped, but, like with his friends, perhaps he could have taken more time to let them know.]
The year I turned fourteen, I discovered politics. And I started to get myself in trouble. Nothing so major as a barricade, but it made something of an impression at school, and when I came home for the summer break, I was, I suppose, different from the son they'd known.
[It's a story that is somewhat sad, actually, more because there was a distance there that could have been breached so very easily. It is not like the family stories of some of his friends, at all, because there was so much room for things to have been different.]
I overheard them speaking one night that summer. And, perhaps I stayed to listen when I shouldn't have. My mother said she was afraid of me, of what I might become.
I missed them, and I loved them,especially my father, but... It was easier in the end to insert some sort of distance between us. Not only because of my mother's fear, but I hardly wanted sedition to be something that hurt them.
We all made sacrifices for the republic, I suppose. That was one of mine.
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[It all makes Enjolras a little sad now, when he considers it. His work was the work of revolution, and that could not have been stopped, but, like with his friends, perhaps he could have taken more time to let them know.]
The year I turned fourteen, I discovered politics. And I started to get myself in trouble. Nothing so major as a barricade, but it made something of an impression at school, and when I came home for the summer break, I was, I suppose, different from the son they'd known.
[It's a story that is somewhat sad, actually, more because there was a distance there that could have been breached so very easily. It is not like the family stories of some of his friends, at all, because there was so much room for things to have been different.]
I overheard them speaking one night that summer. And, perhaps I stayed to listen when I shouldn't have. My mother said she was afraid of me, of what I might become.
I missed them, and I loved them,especially my father, but... It was easier in the end to insert some sort of distance between us. Not only because of my mother's fear, but I hardly wanted sedition to be something that hurt them.
We all made sacrifices for the republic, I suppose. That was one of mine.