It was in the 1800 century. My little sister, was playing in her room. Dad was busy as always. He was the king of Scotland, so I don’t blame him. Mom died while giving birth to my little sister and it was hard to get over it. Mom was my best friend, She was always there for me. Dad was single, and I was happy about that. All the stories mom used to tell my was about evil stepmothers, so I’m glad I don’t have one.
My name is Lucinda. I’m 16 years old and the princess of Scotland. I have long brown hair and blue eyes. Mom used to tell me they locked like diamonds all the time. I really miss her. I still remember the day she died. It was my 10th birthday. We used to do all the things I wanted, but was very sick, so we could. She was becoming more and more weak. I couldn’t sleep that night, so I walked down to their bedroom. Mom was crying, and dad was walking nervously around the room. One of their many servents, went to get a doctor. When the doctor arrived, mom was in bad condition. He said the chances of the baby surviving were very small, but he was wrong. The baby survived, but mom didn’t
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