My mother was a walking saint, or as close as a Verona woman can be, but she was never healthy. She died about two years ago -- her heart gave out over some strain I had caused. I cannot talk about it because I still feel so guilty.
My father is the head of the Montague household. He's a good man, a brave man, and a Godly man, but he was past 40 when I was born and, I fear, ill-equipped to handle any sort of child, let alone a sullen, impulsive teenage boy.
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My father is the head of the Montague household. He's a good man, a brave man, and a Godly man, but he was past 40 when I was born and, I fear, ill-equipped to handle any sort of child, let alone a sullen, impulsive teenage boy.
My nurses truly raised me.