Woman Of Substance

I was different. Even my parents knew that from the moment they laid eyes on me. I was a normal child but different. Out of all my sisters of which I have two me being the third, I had ginger hair. Ginger hair wasn't the best trait to have as a person especially a girl. I guess I have gotten used to the number of people who call me ugly.

My grandmother who I believe is a narcissistic cunning old woman blames it on my mother. She keeps blaming her for having seduced my father