Morning! Ok so yesterday I told you all that my parents had died with no explanation. It was when I was seven. I don’t remember what happened. All I remember is me waking up under my parents bed and them being dead. Every time I go to their graves I  imagine hearing my mother telling me my favorite story. I’m named after my great-grandmother, so mom would tell me a story she  claimed to be about her. The story of Vash the witch princess. She always told me I was special and better than all the mean girls at school because I was a little witch, and a princess too. But that was just a story.

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