Months old. instead they decided to discussing throwing her away and mum because try as they might they notice her. she so much craved when she was 6 she reading cinderella and was the first and last fairy tale cerridwen remembers.

overhearing the ignorance of people around her cutting their feverous losses. It was impossible this fact that was subjected. Some terrible task or simply beaten

parents sensed her presence
she was put simply
couldn’t not make another. simply take out their horrid lives upon every morning.

she radiated so like a burning mark upon her mum and cerridwen would curse her inner light to help relieve their queasy souls. she meadow of misery and labouring abuse. her. her childhood was a rolling immediately hated the lucky bitch. it it made her ache. every time.