Jean Valjean
A new day and new things to face. I had just woken up and God I felt awful! The party last night was tremendous, and definitely I was hung over. Well my sister seemed to be feeling worse, or would feel worse. She was just lying on the floor. I decided to go get something to eat. My family was already up; I could listen to my mother fixing the kitchen and my father’s on the phone. As I went in the kitchen, apparently my mom knew what my sister had bin u to last night. She had a big breakfast for us so we could feel better. I then decided to go and watch some television, but apparently that would ot be possible. I was about to sit down on the couch with my breakfast, I looked over and saw this awfully dressed, dirty man sleeping on my couch! My immediate reaction was to start screaming and running around to my father’s, but the saddest part was that I threw my breakfast and it was completely ruined. It was definitely a new day and new things had to be faced.
When my hysterical yells got to my father, mother and my passed out sister, they all came running to see what was going on. My sister saw that man and she freaked out as well. My mother just told us to stop screaming and led us to the kitchen. My father went to say something to the man who was pretty embarrassed by my reaction. When my father finally came to the kitchen, he sat down and explained to us why this man was here. We said that his name was Jean Valjean and needed a place to stay, so he gave it to him. A friend named Ronny told me who this man was; he was just freed from jail. No wonder he had such a dreadful aspect. My sister and I definitely did not want this ex-c0nvict to be staying at our house, but father said that we had to be good people and not judge him for that; he deserved to be treated as a person. Well he was right on some part.
It was noon, and we all got together to have lunch. My sister and I were still uncomfortable with that man sitting with us at the table. As my father started conversation with Jean Valjean, I understood that he was not a bad man; he was incarcerated by a decision that he made to sustain his family. Poor man went to jail for 19 years just for stealing bread. He was not evil. I thought that he was a murderer, but Jean Valjean seemed like a good hearted man. He began to tell us how he was so grateful with my father because no one wanted to give him shelter or food just for who he was. He was not that well mannered, but deep down in his heart, he showed that he was a good hearted man and wanted to remake his life.
When we finished lunch, I took my father aside and spoke to him about Jean Valjean in private. Admitting to him that he was right and that Jean Valjean deserved a second chance was hard, but has to be done. I told my father that I would like Jean to work for us. He could be of great help around the house and we could give him food and shelter. My father thought it was a great idea and went to speak with Jean about this.
My sister and I waited anxiously for Jean’s decision if he was to stay or to go. As my father came in the room, his face expressed disappointment. My father offered Jean Valjean the job, but he denied it. Jean said that he wanted to remake his life in a new place and doing that here would be pretty hard; everyone already new about him and his past. My father decided to give him some money to make it to a new lace. Jean accepted it and with much sadness said how grateful he was with our family and would never forget us. He then said good bye, and never saw him ever again. That was my story with Jean Valjean.
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