The Elizabethan Era

They are simply innocent angels banned to a living hell. The hell many call earth, where both demons and angels reside in disguise. A pure soul is an angel whom doesn’t need wings to be flying in life. My sisters have pure souls, both of them. Their brown eyes and light hair so like our mother’s, my alienated grey eyes dull as my father’s on his death bed.
My name is Annabeth Ma’at Salice.
I have two younger sisters, both below the age of thirteen.
My mother has aged well, but her heart is young.
My father is dying of tuberculosis.
This is the Elizabethan Era.