ABSTRACT

Alyce chose me. She now intended to prove me worthy of her choice. “You don’t understand how much of a witch she is! She’s not my real mother,

she’s not, she’s not! I couldn’t have a mother who cared so little about me. Aren’t all kids loveable? Aren’t we supposed to be loved?! What about me? Don’t I deserve to be loved? All she cares about is herself – looking pretty, caring what the neighbors think, hoping my idiot father will bring her another piece of jewelry she doesn’t need! Answer me, don’t I deserve something in all of this?”