"You don't understand anything! You don't want to do anything!" once again my mother yelled at me.
I felt very offended then. I remembered different fairy tales where there were evil stepmothers and stepsisters.
If that lady in red, the one who doesn't give her name, is talking to you. Yes, my family doesn't know my name either. It's sad. Oh...
It was when I was a little girl. I was already lying in bed and decided it was my mother's fault, not mine.
"I'm normal, and you're not!" I said silently.
Maybe the problem lies with others? What do you think?
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