BEING A CHILD. ALONE AGAIN. IT'S LIKE I'M 8 AGAIN. ALONE IN THE HOUSE. EVERYTHING QUIET. MITZI WOULD WAKE AND I'D GET US CEREAL. WE'D SIT WATCHING TV 'TIL THEY WOKE. THEN MY JOB TO CLEAN HOUSE, VACUUM, BATHROOMS. MY LIFE UNTIL LEFT HOME. I IRONED AND CLEANED HOUSE FOR MRS. WELLS, BABYSAT TO PAY FOR MY CLOTHES, SHOES, BOOKS.
MY SISTERS WERE HANDED MONEY. I HAD TO EARN IT. SO AT 8 I WAS SURE I WAS CINDERELLA AND A STEPCHILD.
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