Taming Cinderella

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ind her staring at me by the door. At 48, she thought she was no less than Elisabeth Taylor. Wearing a slin

mind me how wretched and unlucky I was for the fa

exactly 12 years ago in 2007 after she passed away from a long standing battle with cancer.

night robe, got up from the bed an

es at me asking the question as she puts he

without making any eye-contact. It was time for work and

oes served with zero fat yoghurt topped with pumpkin and sunflower seeds for breakfast and chicken Caesar salad for lunch.

y beautifully decorated bedroom; kiss and wake me up from bed, dress me up in pretty clothes and tell me that the world wa

nd Yosemite National Park. I have saved all the pictures in a family album safely tucked away from Mary’s clutches. I am

ce-my stepsisters and I was moved to a small room where o

door, I would travel back in time where baby Ella was safe and protected in her parent’s love. Somet