Domestic Shadows
The wicked stepmother hated Sara Cinderella from the very first day.
She didn't say it out loud. In front of Daddy, she feigned tenderness, sweet smiles, and fake caresses. But as soon as he left for work, the house turned into a living hell.
Move it, you useless thing, she'd say, throwing rags on the floor.
Sara cleaned, swept, washed without rest. She humiliated her, yelled that she was good for nothing, and orders her to repeat each chore over and over again. That day, certain that Daddy would be late, she decided to go further.
Clean your room again, she ordered. It's not done right.
When the girl finished for the second time, the stepmother spat on the floor with contempt.
Now again. Until you learn.
Tired, with trembling hands and an empty stomach, Sara knelt before her. The stepmother orders her to lick her feet, reminding her who was in charge. When the little girl asked for food, she was met with a barrage of insults, delivered with mockery, as if she deserved nothing better.
But what the wicked stepmother didn't know was that Daddy had felt ill at work and returned home early. He entered quietly and saw everything.
His scream echoed through the house.
That day, Sara Cinderella was saved from the clutches of the wicked stepmother.
And history changed forever.
