Cinderella story

cinderella with a twist


1. prologue

 I stared at the big wooden box, the one that held my mothers body. A coffin. That's what daddy called it. The man on the stage droned on and on about my mother but I wasn't listening. I could feel the tears rushing down my face as I knew I would never see my mother again, never hear her sing or tell me a story or feel her soft lips on my forehead as she kissed me goodnight. I would never feel her strong arms around me, comforting me after a bad day or a nightmare. I missed her so much, how could god let this happen to me, I was only 7. At that moment I no longer believed in god, if he was real why was my mother no longer with us?

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