Jean Valjean

Jean Valjean

It was six in the morning, it was a windy and stormy day, and my family and I were eating some croissants and other types of bread. Many weird things have happened lately, my oldest son has been very silent these last days; and my wife is not the same with me anymore. I went to a town close to my house to relax a little bit.

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I went back home like at three, I slept for a while, and then, when I woke up, I dedicated some time for my children. We played hide and seek, and other enjoyable games to play with children. It was already late and I took my children to bed, and told them a story. About four hours later after my babies went to bed, someone knocked on the door. It was eleven forty five at night; I was scared, who would come at these hours? I slowly approximated to the door and asked who was outside the door. No one responded, so I asked again. A man with a weird voice tone answered, “Please open the door, help this poor, lonely, and forgotten man.” His voice was so humble and sad; I could feel what he feels just by hearing him, so I decided to open the door to see his face. “My name is….Jean Valjean…..I am from another town, nobody knew that I left my hometown, I am lost and without money, please… help me.” He touched my heart, and I could not leave him alone, outside there, but if my wife gets to know that I invited in a strange man into the house, she will basically kill me. I told Jean Valjean, that I would bring him some bread and coffee, while I talked to my wife about it.

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I went to my little kitchen, and grabbed some bread and a cup of coffee to give to Mr. Jean Valjean. He was so thankful for that, I felt so bad for him, and without asking my wife, I invited him into the house. We spent like about fifty minutes talking about him and his past; Jean Valjean told me that he was a good man, which was put into jail because of an error. He spent seven years in prison, suffering. He also told me that nobody likes him, and that he is invisible to everyone. He escaped from his hometown because nobody likes him, that after jail, he had changed. I asked him that which his plans were and if he has a family. He wanted to work in a shoemaking company, and that he wanted to help the poor people with the money he gained. He had a family, which rejected him after he got out of jail. It was very evident that he was very sleepy; he yawned a lot during our conversation, and his face demonstrated that he has not slept for a while. I offered his the sofa, which he accepted. I went to sleep.

               “Good morning my love”, told me my wife, I responded the same and with a kiss. She asked me if I have seen the twenty golden coins that she has worked so hard for. I went downstairs, and Jean Valjean was gone.