June 24, 1856
Once upon a time in a very magical land, there lived a princess. She had a golden crown and silk dresses, a beautiful room and a magnificent castle to live in.
“Yeah right! If you’re talking about me then you’ve got it all wrong. Hey, I’m Julia and I’m no princess. In fact, I’m the exact opposite! The only fancy thing I ever see is that spoiled girl and her riches. Yeah that’s right, the princess. That girl’s been pushing me around for years. I’m her maidservant, but wouldn’t it be great if one day I could be the princess? A fantasy it is!”
“Julia! Maribel would like your assistance!”
“Okay Elizabeth! Be right down!” hollered Julia. “Well, looks like I have to go.”
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After working all day for Princess Maribel, I’m always very tired. How did my life get to this point? Will I ever slip away from my difficult lifestyle? Well, only time will tell.
“I really wish Maribel would give us a break once in a while. I mean, doesn’t she know? Can’t she see how hard we women work around here, and for what? Barely enough money to make ends meet! But that’s just me talking. Who said life was fair? Nobody! And that’s why I try as best as I can to keep my chin up, but it’s just so hard, especially coming from a background like mine.”
“It wasn’t bad at all, till mother passed. We had just welcomed a baby girl into the family and mother was so excited. One day she was walking along the roads with the baby and she saw a horse and carriage coming her way. She only had time to save the baby. Once father found out, he became too busy taking care of the baby and managing work that he lost time for me, so I ran away and the only thing I took with me was a locket that was given to me by my mother. I went away to find myself a better home and haven’t seen either of them since. I needed some form of income so I became a maidservant for anyone that needed some help. Eventually, I worked my way up to assisting royalty. I know this isn’t what I want to be doing with my life but I really don’t have a choice.”
June 25, 1856
Today was a day I will not soon forget. It started out normal until later in the day when I began talking to the princess about the queen. She didn’t look like she wanted to talk about it, but she told me anyway.
“My mother was killed before we entered royalty. I didn’t really know her though. I was only a few days old when the mishap occurred. I had a sister as well, but she ran away about the same time that I lost my mother. I never saw her again,” she said to me.
“Oh my goodness! I lost my mother 23 years ago. I’m 31 now. I left a sister and a father right after that. How old are you?” I asked her.
“I’m 23,” she whispered excitedly to me. “My father talks of my sister often. He said that she left so suddenly and only took one thing with her: a locket with our family crest on it,” she told me.
“Would this be the locket?” I asked, pulling out the necklace given to me years ago.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, “You are my sister! I can’t believe it!”
Who knew that a far off fantasy of a lowly maidservant would become my reality?
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