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I refused to dwell on the sad facts of that day, remembering instead that it was my birthday. I was a year older, and I was excited at turning fourteen. On the outside, I didn't look any different, but on the inside, I felt like I was becoming a completely different person. Comparing me to the person I was just a year earlier, I could barely recognise myself. In England, while living under the roof of that witch, it was as if she had reached down into my soul and sucked my true personality and character right out of me. I had been a simple and insanely naïve girl who had truly believed that my life had been normal. How wrong could I have been? A year on and the real me was finally emerging from my shell. I felt like I was becoming a young woman. A strong, independent young woman and I fi