MonteAlba
“Oh, now you’re speaking?” Oh, now she’s being brattier? Because I was hungry and there’s no fast-food restaurants on this island where I could just pay and grab my food, I still needed to prepare my food. Or in this case, our food. I bet this princess hasn’t tried to be hungry in her life. I’m sure there is a lot of househelp who would beg for her orders. Unlike her, I have to work hard for me to survive. I bet she just asked her parents for their card, and she would be fine. I didn’t have that kind of privilege. Or maybe I did, I just can’t remember it. Or maybe I remember it, I just don’t want it to move me enough for me to make something about it. I’d rather suffer alone. “I miss my parents!” she shouted before I could open the door. She misses her parents. I’m sure they mi
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