Charity shut her eyes for a moment, letting her grief subside before continuing, 'After my mothers funeral my father was struggling, he tried his best but it was as if half of him was missing like he was incomplete. After a few years he decided that I needed a mother, I told him I didn't, that he was enough, but he wouldn't listen and he married a woman he knew from the village. She was widowed and had a son and daughter of her own.
Once married, they moved into our house, she made my father move me from my room into the box room as she said, her daughter being older needed more space and we couldn't expect a young lady to share a room with her brother, so he relented and the room my mother had decorated for me, the room she read me stories and kissed me goodnight in was taken.' Charit
