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mplimenting her pale skin and long slender legs that match her silky twilight hair. She stood there motionless while staring at the night sky with her brown

, she couldn't keep calm but prayed for her happiness and safety. "And in it, I find solace" replied Amalia

can't I be loved? why am I being treated like an outcast in my own home? why did I have to lose my mother? why do I have to feel the emptiness of this world? why can't I be happy like others?" cried Amalia Brown, not having the answer to any o

ng the pain the little miss is going through. cries were heard in the silence of the night, and delicate voic

uld consume her but to her dismay, her eyes were clear as ever without a sign of drowsiness. at about 4:am in the morning, she woke up and started doing her morn

ed her all of a sudden with hatred and rage-filled in her voice. running from the

her face on her plate of food asking her to taste what she prepared. " you lazy bitch, you think it's easy for you to live in this house without doing anything right?" aske

eaning the table before cleaning the floor. Her stepsister

pare a second to deal with Amalia all by herself. Looking at Amalia, D

on her face, and dressed. Realizing what her stepsister was doing, Amalia trie

nute, her stepmother Lizzy enters the dining and sees her daughter crying. Without inq

ly left to continue her work. On reaching the backyard, Amalia burst into tears and falls to the ground not understanding what was going on and where she has gone wrong. All

then, little sister Dellia was just six years old. she was cute and fun to be with, friendly and nice. But all of a sudden, she change and

her when her dad is at home but in his absence, she will d

try to help her, they always get punished by stepmother Lizzy and the only thing they could do was to watch her from a distanc

t to care. With all that she was going through, Amalia couldn