“No, why did you stop? Go on with what you were saying,” My stepmother said as she walked into the sitting room, with both hands on her waist. She had overheard my discussion with my father. She came in with Penelope to where we were standing. Penelope looked confused. Aunt Tess was eying my stepmother.
“I said you are a wicked witch! Yes, you heard me right.” I blurted. I did not know where the courage came from. I had never imagined that one day, I would be able to talk back to her.
“How can you say that to her?” Penelope asked in her mother's defense. I ignored her as if no one had spoken.
“I see you have gone out of your mind,” her mother said in amusement.
“She hasn't gone out of her senses. She has just discovered that you are not her mother. And I have just discovered how cruel
