Once Upon A Time...
Once upon a time... almost like a fairy tale. I've got to tell you, though, my life was anything but a fairy tale. You think your life is hard! My mother died when I was just a child of seven. My father remarried a year later so I might have a mother to raise me and take care of me while he was away from home. See, my father worked quite long hours he would leave the house every morning before I was awake, around seven o'clock. He would come home again for dinner at six, then leave again an hour later and get home at nine, long after I was asleep.
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"Stop your crying! What would your father think if he saw you like this? Honestly! Now get up. Now, you little _____!" My stepmother yelled at me. She yanked me off the floor and threw me against the wall. My body was flooded with a new pain. I hated it when my stepmother did this to me. Especially in front of my stepsister, _______. I fell back to the floor. I didn't even try to move. I knew it would hurt too much. Stepmother kicked me a few more times then turned and swept out of the room in a huff. _______ waited until her mother's footsteps faded down the hallway before bursting into tears and rushing to my side. I just lay there, unseeing, unfeeling, and let myself slip into my dreams.
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I don't remember why she does this to me or even how long she's been doing it. Probably since father married her. Why did he even marry her? Well, she is really wonderful to him. She's really what he needs right now which is why I never complain. I saw how lonely father became after mother died and all I wanted was for him to be happy again. And I was willing to go through any kind of pain if it meant he was happier. So that's how I got to where I am now.
Once upon a time... almost like a fairy tale. I've got to tell you, though, my life was anything but a fairy tale. You think your life is hard! My mother died when I was just a child of seven. My father remarried a year later so I might have a mother to raise me and take care of me while he was away from home. See, my father worked quite long hours he would leave the house every morning before I was awake, around seven o'clock. He would come home again for dinner at six, then leave again an hour later and get home at nine, long after I was asleep.
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"Stop your crying! What would your father think if he saw you like this? Honestly! Now get up. Now, you little _____!" My stepmother yelled at me. She yanked me off the floor and threw me against the wall. My body was flooded with a new pain. I hated it when my stepmother did this to me. Especially in front of my stepsister, _______. I fell back to the floor. I didn't even try to move. I knew it would hurt too much. Stepmother kicked me a few more times then turned and swept out of the room in a huff. _______ waited until her mother's footsteps faded down the hallway before bursting into tears and rushing to my side. I just lay there, unseeing, unfeeling, and let myself slip into my dreams.
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I don't remember why she does this to me or even how long she's been doing it. Probably since father married her. Why did he even marry her? Well, she is really wonderful to him. She's really what he needs right now which is why I never complain. I saw how lonely father became after mother died and all I wanted was for him to be happy again. And I was willing to go through any kind of pain if it meant he was happier. So that's how I got to where I am now.