Release Her Soul

“I opened the window so her soul could be released,” I said to my stepmother.  I quivered with a certain amount of anticipation with what she would do next.  I was always in a constant state of guessing when it came down to react to what I did.  It seemed like she never did react the same way to anything.  Sometimes she didn’t care what I did, somethings she yelled and screamed and sometimes she pretended like I didn’t exist. 

I personally enjoyed my life more when she pretended I didn’t exist.  I could come and go as I wished and could read and paint with no one bothering me.  My father travelled on a regular basis and since I was an only child, I spent a lot of my time at home by myself.  Which at the end of the day, I wasn’t too bothered by this at all. 

I would rather talk to myself and the birds over the new Mrs. Meyer.  My father had only told me a few stories about my mother and because I had only when been three when she died, I don’t have any real memories of her.  When he remarried, my stepmother was doing her best to obliterate any memory I had of her.  I think she is afraid I will have more good memories of my mother than I do of her. 

Right now, all I wanted to do was to live my life in peace, without her interference.   


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