The Rant Where It Happens

Part Three: Philip

Btw I'm not gonna do his other children bc that's way too much soz

Now they stood in a simple room with a shiny black piano. Hamilton already had an inkling of whose heaven this was. He looked at Washington who nodded and smiled, seemingly knowing of the younger man's thoughts.

"Pa!"

Hamilton turned to see Philip, who looked the same as the day he died. "Philip!" He made his way over to his son and embraced him tightly. "Oh, Philip!"

Philip grinned at his father. "Pa, you didn't have to copy me, you know!"

Hamilton looked down in shame. "Son... I'm so sorry. It was my fault you engaged in the duel and my fault you died."

The young boy shook his head. "No, Pa. I don't want you feeling that way!"

The man looked at his son with pride. "You're more grown up than I ever was. I'm so proud of you."

Philip smiled. "Thanks, Pa," Then he pointed to Washington. "You better go. I think Mr. Washington has more people to take you to. Visit again soon, okay?"

Hamilton nodded. "Of course, Son."