Authors Note: In case you don't know, this story is set in 1908 when in China, only one child was allowed, if more than one child was conceived they would be sold for slavery.
Sakura is six years old and Syaoran is eight.
It was a cold, dark night.
Sakura hugged her servant (Syaoran) tightly as she knew she would never see him again.
Why or where he was going she did not know.
Her only friendship was fading away.
She sat on the porch steps to her mansion, with Syaoran waiting for the horse and cart to appear and drive him away, oh how she had feared for this day to come.
Syaoran was taken as a servant when he was four and Sakura was two, now four years later he was leaving.
He must have packed his picture.
He can't survive without the picture of his mother! She wailed in her head.
Sakura wept as her father led Syaoran to the cart.
Her emerald eyes filled with tears as she could bear it no longer.
She watched Syaoran being dragged into the cart. His nose pressed against the window, in a bid to make her laugh. Sakura smiled weakly as she saw him mouth something she could not read.
She saw his deep, chocolate eyes redden as he turned back round.
The cart began to drive away, Sakura just sat watching as she pictured her father's face, and glad to see the 'dirty servant' leave.
The cart drew further and further away and the sound of the horse's hooves got quieter.
Sakura ran inside, she couldn't see her only friend being driven away.
She ran upstairs and threw herself onto her queen sized bed.
She sobbed and sobbed until the silken pillows were sodden.
Her pearl coloured room was her only escape.
To her, life wasn't fair and nobody wanted her to be happy.
She was only six but she had been through one tragedy after another, her only happiness was short-lived.
Half an hour later, Sakura sat up. She wiped her streaming eyes. She felt nobody cared for her anymore, not even her father. He had heard her sobbing, why had he not come up to comfort her?
The only comfort she had ever got in her life was from her mother and from Syaoran.
It was too painful to even think of his name. He was never coming back.
Sakura fiddled with her golden locket that hung loosely on her pretty neck.
It was a hollow gold, in the shape of a small heart. It had belonged to her mother, before she had passed away.
Sakura's mother had died when she was five. Sakura opened the locket to see a small photograph of her mother on the inside.
There she was, in a meadow.
A bright yellow hat complete with a honeydew gown, clinging neatly to her beautiful figure.
This photograph had obviously been taken professionally, it was colour after all.
Sakura's heart bled inside. Her mother looked so happy. Why did she have to die?
She prayed every night for her mother and how she wished for her to come back.
Sakura's heart began to bleed once more as she realised the black dress she had on was the one she wore to her mother's funeral.
Once again the only person to comfort her was Syaoran.
He was no longer there.
She was alone now,
Alone in the big wide world.
She knew another servant would be coming on Thursday.
She would never be the same as Syaoran.