2 September 1825
Today started out as most days. Up early and off to the mined with my brothers. After a long day of digging for ore, all I wanted was a hearty dinner and a long nap. Unfortunately, almost as soon as we arrived home, I sensed something was wrong. The door was ajar and someone had eaten our dinner. Unaware of what manner of man or beast lie within, we crept silently through the house and up the stair. When we reached the bedroom, we found a child stretched out across the beds. She was young, ten at the most, yet the stood at least a head taller than any of my brothers. She had skin as white as snow, blood-red lips, and hair as black as the night sky. She awoke as we drew near and told us some sob story about her evil stepmother, the Queen, trying to have her killed because she was jealous of the girl's beauty. I don't believe her story for a minute. My brothers, however, ate it up. Despite my protests that she be sent back from whence she came, the vote was stacked 6 to 1 against me and she is allowed to stay, at least temporarily. She is not staying for free, though. They listened to me about that. While she is here, she will have to do all the cooking, cleaning, mending, etc. It might be nice to have a clean house for once.