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Why can't I just be a witch? I am born to be one, it is in my bloodline. Stepmother, had you not picked me up and made me your daughter, I would not need to go through all these. Every month, I am scared to death waiting for the moment of transformation back to my ugly self - the very nature of me - witch gene. And every month, I saw how you brought me back to beauty by this magical fruit. You had spent alot on this tree. You bought the whole tree from my ancestor.
Yet because of you I got the chance to be princess. To spend my life in the grand palace, to be adored by everyone - all the citizen of the nation. I could not be more grateful for your relentless love. How could a queen ever want to adopt a witch baby and made the baby her princess? But out of desperation to have offspring you found me.
Now that you are gone, every month I came here by myself to pluck the fruit. The tree is dying. And me too. The transformation process has made the real me deteriorated. I aged faster. I am weak. This is the last fruit. Stepmother queen, soon I will join you at where you are. I will die with my fate. There will be no more princess. But just a witch lady. I rather go to join you there. And nobody will know my story.
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