Finally. The trouble of life has started to die down as the Revolution has come to an end. I must admit, why wife and I were scared for our lives for most of it. People were going mad, fighting in the streets, death everywhere. But it seems as if people are calming down. In the beginning it was really scary. People were desperate, and they would do anything to survive the revolution. We as simple bakers did not want any harm. We were just trying to make a business, and survive the hard world we currently live in. The king and queen have been executed, and the country is trying to rebuild what’s left of it.
I’m at the point where I don’t know what I should do for myself or my wife. France is trying to build a new government, something where people have a say in what happens. But I feel like this won’t do us any good. People can never appreciate what they have until it’s gone. I didn’t think the Monarchy was a bad idea; that all we need was a different leader with different negotiation. But then again, who am I to say what’s better or worse for the people? I’m just a simple baker after all. Now people are all about new things, new people, new government. And once my wife and I noticed less and less bread riots, we knew the people were ready to accept the new world. We can live the simple life we always wanted now.
I know France will never be the same, what I don’t know is whether it will be better or worse. Thousands of people have died because of the French Revolution, and those people will never be forgotten. My friends who were involved in the uprising, now dead. Because of the Revolution, people now know that they can make a difference. The government now know that people will cause destruction when things are not going their ways. Everyone knows that France can never be the same as it was before all this madness happened. I didn’t want any of this to happen now that I know all the troubles that have raised from it. I didn’t want anyone to die. I didn’t want the government to be changed. I just wanted to make a living.
I, as Francis DuPoint, a simple baker in the French Revolution, want to be remembered as the baker who did not let the Revolution get to him. Even though I was scared for my wife’s and I life, and the dangers of other people who went mad during the Revolution threatened us every single day, we did not lose our minds. We stood what we believed in, tried to make a living, and be the best bakers we are meant to be. Now that everything is over, I am keen to rebuilding my bakery’s reputation, make myself and my wife happy, and sell some good loaves on the way.
Francis DuPoint: Out.