Ten years ago
I woke up to the same exhausting routine, my heart heavy with resentment. Another day, another day to act as Clara's servant. I wasn't her maid, nor her servant; I never was. But somehow, that's exactly what I'd become.
Anger and resentment settled heavily on me like a heavy cloak as I stared at my cousin, Clara. Clara sat at the kitchen table, her eyes fixed on her iPad, oblivious to the fact that her princess treatment was about to come to an end.
Clara used to be the one trying to please me, to make me happy. We'd been close, like sisters. But that was before...before my parents passed away, leaving me alone.
My Aunt Nadia and Clara had moved into my parents' house, supposedly to take care of me because I was too young to take care of myself. But it hadn't taken long
