Date: 4/10/2019
By Fitful
I lived with my family. At first it was just me and my parents and our plushies which were like family pets. We could talk to them and they could almost talk to us. It was like they did, but silently. We took road trip vacations. Our trips were usually to the next state but on this map, in this world, the next state was the next country. The continent looked like eurpose though, and it looked like Russian had been split into three large countries and onf of them was mine. None of the countries on this map matched what you see irl. One day we left our plushies behind. When we got home I drove back, or my mom did, all the way across state to get them. It was an 8 hour drive in the rain and dark. But it was necessary. We needed them, they were like family. One day I got a new job, watching over the baby. It slept in the crib upstairs and the crib was only half a crib, the back end of it was open to the wall. It was my job yk make sure the baby was safe. I learned pretty quick the baby liked me. I liked that and my job became amazing, the highlight of my day. I woke up each morning happy to go take care of baby. But one day I woke up and the baby was all grown up, a princess, and she had decided against going into politics suddenly. She was this blonde curly haired thing, gorgeous, adult, and I hated her. Everything was different now. We had servants in our house, money, wealth because I was the caretaker of the princess. I was all grown up now too, a woman. I had long brown hair, long enough to reach my ankles. During the day I wire it up and braided but I slept with it down. I got ready and didn't do anything to my hair. I didn't like the dress I wore an di didn't want to be up. I dreaded being awake. Having to take care of her. I swept by servants barely adhering to formalities, hating them, swept by the princess occupied by fawning servants or whomever and into the kitchen. My mother was there, sitting at the table poring over some documents, and I kne wit was safe to let out my thoughts. "I hate her." I muttered. My mother scolded me. "You shouldn't say that." Then I got a lecture about doing chores. Apparently I'd put them off for weeks, which she had forgiven because the crazyness which was my life taking care of royalty but now she was scolding me. I ignored her and thought about going back upstairs. I had a hole in my dress, two holes. And the dress was ugly I really wanted to change. But more I wanted to go back to bed. I didn't want to be up. I had to "figure out the Princess's life for her, her new career path". I hated it. How come I had to figure it out for her? I hated her. I missed taking care of the baby.