A/N: Here goes another one
A/N: Here goes another one!
We've been playing on the rocks and the gnarly tree all week. Hindley laughs at us, and calls Catherine a child. He doesn't talk to me, unless he's calling me a gypsy. I like being a gypsy. Or, I used to. I'm not one anymore, father says.
I don't like to call him father. It seems weird. He's not married to mama, so he couldn't be.
I should write mama a letter and ask who my father was. Oh, I can't write, and mama can't read I think. I don't even know where she is.
I miss her.