This is the right time to ask all the questions on my mind. My mum looks like she is in a good mood to have a mother-daughter conversation. We barely say one word to each other without a serious disagreement.
"How come I have never met any of your relatives or dads? And how did I end up being poisoned?" I asked.
"Uh." My mum cleared her throat trying to find her voice.
"It's okay mum if you don't want to talk about it now," I said sadly.
"It is a long story, but I'm going to tell you all of it. Years back when I met your dad he was a charming young man working in one of my dad's fields. You see I grew up in the countryside and my dad, your grandfather was the chief of the town…." She said with a smile.
"That means you are a princess mum?" I giggle as she gives me a tickle.
