When will my life begin?

It was an ordinary morning like any other spring morning. The air was cool in the fresh morning wind as the sun was starting to rise. The rays of the sun peaked through the cracks in the closed window panels and on to the face of the sleeping girl inside. Her lips formed a beautiful smile as she rolled to her other side in her sleep. In her dream a blonde woman was gently holding her in her arms and singing a soft lullaby with a smile on her face. She then noticed a brown haired man standing next to the blond woman when…

''KAT!'' came the loud shriek from down stairs. Kat sleepily opened her warm brown eyes and used her hand to rub the sleep away from them. She then rose to sit on her bed and started to stretch her arms to get the kinks off of her back.

''Kat!'' Came another yell.

''I'm coming, just a minute!'' Kat yelled back as she quickly rose from her bed and smoother her already wrinkly green dress. She then picked her old torn brown ankle boots and put them on and then tied the laces so the boots wouldn't fall off. One of the boot's laces had snapped in half a while back and so she couldn't tie it all the way up.

She then finger combed her long brown hair out of its tangles so it was only slightly wavy and then with one more brush on her knee high dress she started walking downstairs to make breakfast to her Lady and the Lady's daughter.

For as long as Kat could remember she had been the indentured servant to Lady Agatha Du Bond and her spoiled daughter Beatrice. According to the Lady Kat's mother had abandoned her onto the Lady's doorstep when she was just a small baby and the only reason how the Lady even knew Kat's name was because it had been embroidered on the blanket Kat had been bundled in, and by the goodness of her heart the Lady had decided to take her in. Well the villagers said that 'by the goodness of her heart', but Kat knew differently. Lady Du Bond did not possess a single ounce of goodness in her body, let alone in her heart. The Lady just saw her as free servant, or slave as Kat likes to say.

But then again where else would she go? When she was just a small child the village priest had seen her strange birthmark on her wrist and declared her to be the daughter of the Devil himself. Of course Kat was one of those few people who noticed that the priest was getting old and that he had a nasty habit to taste the Eucharist wine before the sermon and so she did not believe what the old priest said. But unfortunately most of the villagers had known the priest since their childhood and had seen him as the rightest priest the town had ever seen and so they believed him. But even the best of us do get old and start to lose our wits.

And so, thanks to the old drunk priest, most villagers hated Kat and would not take her in or give her a decent job if she were to ask. So she was stuck with the Lady and her daughter as long as she lived.

Wasn't that a depressing idea?

Kat walked down the stairs from her small bedroom in the attic and into the kitchen where she took her old apron, which had grease stains and soot all over it so it looked like it was light brown in color instead of the beige it once used to be, and put it on. Kat then took the basket from the side table and headed outside to fetch some fresh eggs from the hen house.

While walking there she hummed the strange lullaby she had known ever since she was a baby, but she didn't know where she had heard it. She opened the door to the hen house and gently took some eggs remembering to thank the chickens and then quickly headed back inside.

She put the basket on the table and started to make some new rolls as the Lady always insisted that at the breakfast the food must be as fresh as possible. After putting the rolls into the oven, she started making the omelets and boiling the other eggs. To the omelets she added some nuts and herbs, and when she finally put the perfectly cooked omelets onto the plates she remembered to put some honey on the other one like Beatrice always wanted.

She then checked the rolls to notice how they had cooked into nice golden color and put them onto the basket to be taken to the Lady's breakfast table. Finally she boiled some water and tea leaves and squeezed some lemon juice for the tea and some orange juice for Beatrice. Kat put all the food onto the tray, and the small sugar cup Beatrice wanted, and took it to the dining hall where the Lady and her daughter were already waiting.

''Finally, I thought you were going to let us starve,'' Beatrice said as she impatiently took one of the rolls before Kat had even placed the tray on to the table.

Kat then poured some tea on the small porcelain cup and gave it to the Lady, who was sitting on her chair with perfect posture and calm expression on her face. The Lady herself very rarely showed any emotion on her face, unless it was for her daughter, who she apparently loved and so spoiled rotten. Beatrice never had to do anything in her life and so she grew up to be very lazy and whiny young woman.

The Lady herself once had a rich husband, the Lord Du Bond who was also Beatrice's father, but he had passed away before Kat even came to the house leaving the Lady to become a respected widow and single mother. The Lady herself was very dignified middle aged woman, who always aimed for the best no matter what. She had a distinguished heart shaped face with high elegant cheekbones and very little wrinkles. Her ash blonde hair, that had started to get some gray in it, was always in a very neat hairstyle and the gray surprisingly made her look even more dignified than she already was. She had thin arched brows and cold blue eyes that seemed to see into your soul and could make you tremble in fear if you manage to make her mad. Her lips were thin and pink and almost never wore a genuine smile on them.

Beatrice was almost a carbon copy of her mother. But unlike her mother Beatrice's face was a little more square shaped, from her father's side, but her face was framed with the exact same ash blonde hair as her mother's. Beatrice's eyes were blue as well, but they were a little rounder and so gave her a little more childish appearance. Her lips were also fuller than her mother's, but they were the same shade of pink. But the main difference between the mother and daughter was that the Lady was an elegant and very cunning woman, whereas Beatrice was as dumb as one can get.

And so the Lady was in a pinch as to whom she could marry her daughter to as Beatrice's only trump card was her innocent looking beauty. Beatrice could not hold an intelligent conversation for a second and she only knew how to gossip the latest rumors that she was one of the first to hear. Beatrice could not run a household as she knew nothing of money and as she was very vain girl she mostly spends all her money on expensive dresses, shoes and accessories.

So the Lady's only option was to find a rich man, who would have a housekeeper and only wanted a good looking wife and not an intelligent conversationalist. But unfortunately she hadn't met a man like that yet. But even if her options were very low, the Lady didn't want to marry her only daughter to any old man, who would gladly take a young beautiful wife.

Kat then after arranging the breakfast moved to mend the fire in the fireplace that had sometime in the night died out. After getting her face full of cinders she had managed to light up the fire once again. She then brushed most of the cinders that had flown out back into the fireplace, and then she removed herself from the dining hall to have her own modest breakfast in the kitchen and to wash her face off of the cinders.

She entered the kitchen and poured some water into a bucket and washed the cinders from her face and neck. She then put the one roll onto napkin and left it on the table to wait for her and then she took two other rolls she had saved and went outside to the garden.

Kat walked up to the terrace and kneeled right beside it where a small hole had been made into the wood.

''Todd, Oliver, Violet your breakfast is here,'' she called. Then three little mouse came from the hole and stood right in front of her.

She had saved these mice some time ago when they had made the mistake to troop into Beatrice's room and she started to scream bloody murder when she saw them. And so the Lady ordered Kat to get rid of the mice. But she didn't specify how she was supposed to get 'rid' of them and so Kat just took the poor mice outside and showed them the small hole from where they'd get under the terrace.

She then grumbled the other roll in her hands and gave the grumps to the mice. Olivier was first to crab his share. Oliver was the biggest mice of the three and his fur was black in color. Violet came next and she was a sweet beige color. Todd was last one and his fur had beige under color and he had darker brown spots on his fur.

These mice were some of her only friends.

Kat then heard a deep squeak and saw a big fat rat stomping up to her as if asking that where his share was.

That was Pierre. Kat had named him because his long and distinguished whiskers. Pierre was dark gray in color and very fat, indicating how lacy the rat actually was. Sometimes Kat liked to think that Pierre was some Lord of the animal kingdom and so was able to be as lacy as he was.

Kat then took a large piece from the other roll and gave it to Pierre, who looked satisfied of his meal and just walked away the piece of roll on his mouth.

Kat then stood up after wishing good day to the mice, who were eating their breakfast, and walked to the apple orchard and to one of the largest trees there.

''Bobby, Monty I have breakfast for you,'' Kat called into the little hole the tree had. Soon two tired squirrels came out and happily climbed to Kat's shoulders as she grumbled the rest of the other roll and gave the pieced to the squirrels.

The squirrels then climbed back into their hole to have their breakfast in peace while Kat started to walk back into the kitchen to have hers.

''When will my life begin?''

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