THE BAKERS OF ALCUIN

It has been forty-eight years since the separation of my grandparents. Since my father could barely remember what happened at the time, all his knowledge of what happened came from my grandmother Annie .He would drown in tears when he and mommy would sing the lullabies that my grandparents sang to him and May-ann when they were younger. They would sing sweet tunes of rhymes to my sister and I, so that we would sleep peacefully. There was no other relaxing sound to hear other than that of my parents. My mothers soft light wieghted voice blended together with the heavy bass of my fathers voice. They both created a harmony like no other when singing.

”Mommy ! Daddy! can you tell lucy-Ann and I a story from the times when you were children? ” I asked.

”Ofcource I would love to! Now tuck in and get comfy; listen as time dates back ”, said my father.

”In 1974, my father Scott Maxwell and my mother Annie Maxwell got into a terrible fight, which sadly led to their divorce. Their separation left the entire town overwhelmed as everyone admired them as being the perfect family. Apart from the family members of Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell, Because no one else in town knew why the Maxwells divorced, the people started gossiping as to what could have been the reason ”, said my father

My father further went on explaining that, Life was all roses and cherry blossoms until the night Grandpa raged into the house filled with anger and shouting. Grandpa Maxwell told grandma Annie that she was a natorious liar and that their relationship was over. He thought that he could have trusted in my grandma with their childrens inheritance but, after it all went missing he changed his conceptions. Grandma annie was confused at the moment and did
t seem to recognize what grandpa was refering to. Grandpa anyway still insisted and had decided his mind that Annie was the prosecuter even thogh she had no idea of why she was being blamed. Grandpa Maxwell got even more furious and shove the shock down grandmas throat. He was divorcing my grandma. He said he could no long be married to a liar and someone who is
t worth his trust. Grandpa further accussed her of talking behind his back. The last thing grandpa did before he left home was to hand the divorce documents to my mother then, pack all his belongings in suitcases. His last words were ”Tell Mason and May-Ann that I loved them darely and we will meet again soon one day for sure ”

”My parents lived together, for years and never seemed to have any disagreements at all. They raised your aunt and I in a principle manner, with care and love. My mother thought me life lessons that will live on and my father thought me that family is the important and each one of them is the missing puzzle to the other one ”, said my father.

”What about their personality? What were they like? ” I asked.

My father said that, ”My grandfather was very naive and believe anything someone may say to him whether they are wrong or right and he was sharp-tempered. He was also quick to judge and always spoke his mind. Despite all this, my grandpa had a loving heart for his family. Meanwhile, Grandma was a well-mannered woman with a delicate heart filled with kindness and understanding ”

My father said, ”Your Grandma Annie became tired of being asked strange or personal questions every time she went out of town, she thought that what had happened between her and your Grandpa should stay private.

After a few months, when the legal documents were signed, my mother packed and left for an uncivilized island out in the east with both me and your aunt May-Ann. She had left without a trace of where and why she left. Not even her family members knew where she was ”

”At the time, as you might have known already, May-Ann and I was their only children. I was oldest. I was seven years old and your aunt was five years old at the time ” said my father.

”Some time after, your grandma, May-Ann and I were reported missing, until grandpa found a note in their house saying we had gone for good, whilst he came back for some of his remaining belongings. The search party had to be held off as even though We could nt be found, the note states that we are perfectly fine and did
t needed finding ”, said my father.

”Why did she actually ran away? ” I questioned.

My father explained that, ”My grandma wanted to clear her mind and completely forget about grandpa Maxwell, so moving to that island was just right for her. Everything worked out just as she planned. Though there were times she would have thought deeply of my father, they would easily fade away as she had put away all her memories of him ”

”My mother buried their wedding photos, her wedding ring, their wedding vows, and the letters grandpa Maxwell had written for her in an old wooden box under the sandbox before she left Saint Krex. This box was hidden in the yard that your aunt and I, used to play in before the divorce of your grandparents ”, said my father.

”A couple years prior to all what happened, more and more people started to live on Wahuj island. In less than two years, the population grew. I was in my prime years when the sun shine to my bad weather caught my eyes. I got married to your mother a couple years after we meet then she fell pregnant with twins, which are the both of you ”, said my father.

Sometimes I sit and wondered how life would have been if my entire family and relatives were living together. It was really important for me to know my grandpa and every other relative on my fathers side as my mother was a orphane. Based on my fathers stories.

Grandpa Maxwell was a high-class business man who owned Maxwells bakery. In Grandpas early twenties, he started to realize that medical school wasn his calling, so he quit school and started baking cupcakes for a living. Though his family didn agree with his choice, he played deaf and followed his dreams. And so, after meeting the love of his life five years after dropping out of college, they both expanded into what used to be Maxwells corner bakery shop into Maxwells bakery. Together, they earned thousands of dollars a year, which made them affluent within two years. They were so well off that they could purchase a car and a new home. My grandparents also invest in their bakery together and savings accounts for their childrens future reference. Grandpa also had written his will at the young age of twenty seven.

The nosey folks from the town, who seemed to always know everything, said that Grandma was framed for stealing an heirloom that meant much to Grandpa.

This heirloom is valued at millions as it was carved with gold and handed down many generations.

Some say Grandpas childhood friend, Angela, was caught walking from the bakery one night, looking mischievous. It was said th