Dear diary,

The more I think about it, the more I think mon petit Matthieu would look absolutely adorable as a Christmas angel. He already looks and acts like one - all we need is the right costume!

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Dear diary,

One of the German generals that Arthur brought over decided to host a Christmas party, and I was invited to see how they celebrated the holiday. It was very nice - my favourite was the fir tree they had set up in the corner, lit up with candles in the branches. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Beautiful!

((Canada’s talking about the first christmas in his country. Refer to this if you’re interested!))

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Dear diary,

Mon petit Matthieu is such a bright child. He’s picking up French very quickly and has taken to following me everywhere, pointing at things and asking me to teach him the right words for them. He’s very talkative when he wants to be, and he’s got such a sweet little voice! He sounds like a little bird. So cute!

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Dear diary,

Papa’s teaching me to read Latin. He says that I’ve been very good at learning French, so he wants me to know the language he used when he was little like me. One of Papa’s favourite sayings goes, “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”. He says it’s very important for nations like us to remember that - but it just makes me sad.

The line says: “It is sweet and right to die for your country.” 

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Dear diary,

If I hear anyone in my government say one more time that Canada is little more than “a few acres of snow”… They just see harsh wilderness, the lack of a sugar crop, inflated expenses, and corrupt officials. What they do not see is Matthieu. My son. My little angel. It’s not his fault. I will do everything I can to defend him - even from my own people if need be!

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Dear diary,

Well… this is it. The moment that I have been waiting for ever since this War started. For the first time, all my soldiers are together under a Canadian commander. They have spent months preparing for this: memorizing every detail of the ridge, practicing every step in the attack. I do not ask for glory - all I want is for Arthur and Papa to see that I am able to hold my own in battle.

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Dear diary,

I lost my rosary today - the one Papa gave me. Arthur took it, because I got in a fight with Alfred and hit him. It’s not fair! Alfred makes fun of me for being French, he calls me names for being Catholic - and when I defend myself, I’M the one that gets in trouble? Why did Papa give me to them? He must have known this would happen!

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Dear diary,

Can you see my tears? Can you see my frown? Under this beautiful smile. Can you see me hiding? Can you see my secrets? The ones deep within. The ones I’ve taught my mouth not to say. Can you see me?

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Dear diary,

Matthieu asked me again today if I’ll ever bring him to France. He looks so sad every single time I turn him down… but I have no choice. My land is beautiful and all, but people at Court are so concerned about status and “proper” breeding. There’s still so much nativity in how Matthieu does things; I won’t bring him to a place where everyone will just look down on him.

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Dear diary,

I must be getting old - I’ve forgotten just how dangerous it is to leave a child alone. Just today, I left Matthieu playing by himself for a few minutes, and when I came back, he was trying to reach for the musket I keep up on the wall. I managed to stop him in time, and told him never to do that again. But he’s such a curious child - what if, one day, I don’t get there in time and he hurts himself?

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