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Send me a "✝" to read a wish or sad memory (specify which.) from the book.
It's been eight years since father has left this world and I wonder if I should have followed him.
Anastasia and Drizella fight amongst themselves every day and when they tire of their spats, they turn to me. It seems as though I am their favourite plaything, someone they can torment and tease and hit without any consequence.
Lady Tremaine has never stepped in once and I've learned to hide my bruises from her, otherwise my duties are doubled. They are so cruel, however father wouldn't want me to hate them and so I try my hardest to please them. After all, I have no where else to go, no money and no means of living.
Some days it seems impossible – those are the days I spend my free time gazing at the castle and dreaming of growing up with the freedom to do what I want. To be able to go where I want and see what I want. I imagine that the prince never has to scrub the main hall and instead can dance across it.
Some day that will be me. They can't keep me here forever. Until then, I suppose I will continue to bear this family my father left me with grace and dignity.
It is the only way I can honour his memory and I will do it with my head held high.
