Eliza my half sister who was 11 years old dropped the teapot so that I get late to make breakfast and father punishes me for that, so no to get punished I hurriedly put the water in the pot on the stove after washing it then I made cookies and applied jam on the bread. Tea was ready but my luck was so bad that i was still late. I went to the dinning hall with the breakfast and met my father's eyes, he seemed really mad at me, of course I was late after all, I have to do everything on time.
" You are late miss what should I do to discipline you, alright take this hot cup of tea on your head and walk the upstairs and come down again" my throat felt dried i took baby steps to the table my body was shaking and tears rolling down my cheeks " oh come on stop with this drama hurry and get done with it you also have to make lunch remember?" Jean yelled in a boring tone. James my stepbrother who was 19 years old chucked a bit and there was my half brother Matt sat and looking at me with sad eyes and he was 8 years old. I took the cup on the head and cautiously walked upstairs not to drop tea on me then while coming down i was about fall and a little bit of hot tea fell on my hand i yelped in pain and that part of my hand was burning yet i managed to come down carefully with hot tea on my head.
Jean and Eliza didn't seem impressed with my success. I let out a sigh of relief then i put the tea on the table, no one said anything so i walked to the kitchen to drink water. I still had so much work to finish but I had to eat something first I ate a piece of bread and drank water.
I'm not allowed to eat something good, in their eyes I was lowly creature who didn't deserve anything rich. After making lunch I placed everything on the table and made sure everything is in place.
while I was cleaning the house someone rang the doorbell so I went to open the door, I saw a lady well dressed standing with a big smile on her face she seemed to be Jean's age, I realized she was the guest who was coming over, I greeted her and welcomed her in. "You are a very pretty girl such a shame you are working as a maid who's your father dear child?" she asked, she seems to be a very friendly figure how strange she is a friend of a woman like Jean. THen i replied "I'm the first child of Harry abraham and I lost my mother at 6" She seemed shocked but regained her composure said" Oh dear may god bless her soul that was really a great loss anyways please call Jean" She said. " sure may I know your name please?" " oh how rude of me forgot to introduce myself, Im Marry D'cruz and yours miss?" "Ingrid Abraham Lady Dcruz please sit here I will call mother"
I bowed and went upstairs and called jean she was dressing herself " Mother Lady D'cruz is waiting for you in the living room." She nodded and ordered "go and help to dress up my lovely daughter she must look elegant"
I nodded and went to Eliza to dress her up. She was already prepared wearing a red silk gown with dark red lipstick, she was looking very much like that crazy old lady lives in our neighbourhood. So I went to help her, I told her to use a different lipstick maybe a light one to suit her, she refused saying she knows better than I however I did her hair in a bun and added some flowers, she had very curly hair like her mother. I was done dressing her up so I left to make some snacks for the guest.
While taking the tray of snacks to the living room where the ladies were sitting I heard their gossips about me and I was quite surprised......