I started to cry and scream.
"its not true...its not true!"
the woman wrapped her arms around me and rocked me. then I saw the girl again.
"momma, we want to play princess with her." she said as she pointed to me. I crawled away and walked behind the girl. we found her room along the halls and twists of the magnificent house.
"you are the slave...and I am the queen." I wasn't happy with the game. "can't we both be princesses?" I asked her. she scowled and shook her head. she left me to scrub the floor while she attended the ball.
I wasn't happy. I thought they would call my mommy and daddy and we would jump into each others arms and be a family again. I started to cry again, but silently this time. I soon learned the girls name was Darcy. I also learned early on, that we would not get along at all.
