All children grow up

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My name is Annabelle,I am only twelve years old and I live here in London with my adopted family.
I lost my parents in an accident when I was three years old,I was then sent to an orphanage.none of the girls liked me and I was always isolated from them.I wanted to escape from that place then when I was four years old I finally got adopted by a nice family.I finally had a family and home,they did not live alone though they had two kids named Wendy and John.
Wendy was about my age and we got along so well that we became more then sisters,she was like my best friend.soon then my adopted mother had another baby,they named him Michael.
Wendy and I loved telling the boys stories every night.I think my favorite story to tell is Cinderella.
We are still telling the boys the story of it.I live in a nursery with my brothers and sister.as years went by Wendy and I were growing older and I knew sooner or later we had to grow up cause we all know children have to grow up or so I thought.

The lost darling girlWaar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu