Only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while by the fire, near the cinders. No dresses, only her stepsisters’ hand-me-downs. But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. Nothing was too good for them - dresses, shoes, delicious food, soft beds, and every home comfort.
All her kind thoughts and loving touches were for her own daughters. Her stepmother didn't like her one little bit.
Her mother was dead and her father had married a widow with two daughters. Once upon a time there lived an unhappy young girl.
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