A/N: 'Ello, 'Ello, my name is LiZzIe and I am new to the Fairy Tale category, but please read my literature! LOL This story is about a girl named Rosalin, who lives in a mansion with her daddio and maid Mrs. Raimi, she has everything accept the one thing she wants more than anything else in the world, to know her mother. It's sad or depressing, she didn't die. :P Please read and review! Thanks, peace and luvv,

Lizzie

As far as I know, I live in a world that in which only happiness and confusion exist. I live with my Dad, and only my Dad. My mother left my Dad and me right after I was born because her great aunt was dying, and she needed to be in Denmark with her. It's been eleven and a half years since then, and she couldn't come back. I asked my Dad once if she abandoned us, but she didn't. No one on her side of the family knew about Dad and me, and she knew that if they did, they would've killed her, or me, which was a good point, so when asked if she couldn't care for her dying great aunt in Denmark, she said no at first because of us, but then they asked what was keeping her here, and if she'd said Dad and me, it would've been it for us. So that's how we ended up, just the two of us. Sometimes I wish I knew my mom, I dream about knowing her, and I try and ask Dad millions of questions about her, but I don't get hardly any answers. I think it's too painful for Dad to talk about her, I think he misses her more than anything and blames himself for her having to leave. It's more her stupid great aunt's fault more than anyone else's.

My Grandmother thinks that it's because she was sixteen and a half when she had to leave us and go to Denmark, but it's not. I always wonder if Mom's stuck there, or doesn't want to come back. But something tells me that she does, but no one will let her. Even though something tells me she wants to. He great aunt must be dead by now. It's been eleven years. I mean, I guess, sure, she still could be alive, but come on, she isn't Zeus!

I was particularly down about not knowing Mom one day, I came into the kitchen and sat on the counter, waiting for our maid, Mrs. Raimi, to finish with the windows.

"You don't have to just sit there, you can help." she says.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just don't feel up to it,"

"What? Now Miss Rosalin, I have never known you not to be up to shinin' faucets, are you sure you're alright?"

"Well…"

"Miss Rosalin, if there's somethin' wrong with ya, you better tell me," she says.

"Well…okay, I just…I wish I knew my mom."

"Honey, we all wish we knew your mom. The only one lucky enough to meet Miss Damara."

"You mean you never met her…?"
"Oh wait, that's a lie, I did meet her once. Lovely woman."

"Mrs. Raimi, what's she like?"

"Well, seein as I only met her once, and your father must've had a much closer relationship with her than I ever did, I'm probably not the best to ask,"

"He won't tell me anything."

"And why not?"

"I dunno know."

"Well, okay, I'll try. She was very, very, pretty. Looked a lot like you, lovely smile, very sweet, and…she loved your father, and he loved her…he was always just…" she stops to smile and shake her head in nostalgia, "The happiest I'd ever seen him when he was around her."

"You worked for Daddy all his life, right?"

"Well, not him personally, but all of the Waldemar's, yes."

"Wow…she sounds amazing. Why don't I know her?"

"Miss Rosalin, you know why."

"But Mrs. Raimi, she couldn't still be in Denmark taking care of her great aunt! I think she actually left, and no one will tell me the truth."

"Now, Miss Rosalin, you that isn't true-"

"I have to find out where she is!"

"Miss Rosalin, you can't do that, Denmark is on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean!"

"I know." I say, and dash up the stairs.

To be honest, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing, but I want more than anything to fly to Denmark and just meet this woman myself. Wait a second…that's exactly what I'm going to do.

A/N: Cliff hanger, but please review!

-Lizzie