Why me? Why did my mother, who I thought loved me, leave me at this horrible inn? What have I done to deserve to be treated like this? It is snowy out here today, yet all my guardians care is to give me rags that are worse than a dog sweater? They teach me nothing, and mistress loves to beat me for the pure joy of it, when I did nothing. I am freezing out here, dressed like the worst summer in 40 years. My feet are always bare, and my hands are chapping right now. They love their own daughters, treating them better than a princess. Why did she leave me here?