Attraction

crooked window seat, I got my own type of first-row tickets to its beauty. Th

a

the only constant in my life. I realized very ear

ort of messed

if I

at when my mother

way with some unknown homeles

er inevitably lef

s what brings

's fu

r wooden table filled with all kinds of little decorations of origami animals I created while eating the remains of the uneaten fo

funeral. Me being practically a slave to the manor, i never had time to listen to any form

ghing together as if they completely forgot

r situation, I too would have used every ounce o

ad expected it to be . I didn't make some ridicu

ered against the cold floor of the living quarters and mor

or days, it got to the point where I began to question if

n't affect me as much anymore. That it would get better and this ti

they didn't use. They would let 20 girls attend to make sure there were still enough maids to work for their bidding. The 20 girls would usually be her door mates.

way. In our world, we don't have families. The lords don't let us see or even co

d for a few minutes where we would take turns saying goodbye to the dirty glass coffin that h

....

ving in the manor, this place seemed like the only home t

s consisted of a small wardrobe where all 20 of us kept our clean and polished uniforms tucked away. T

15 minutes before I had to get

ed to random Lord and had to clean their part of the estate while they would be out. Seeing as there were a lot more kitchen maids than housem

s. All

e forty or so floors by stairs from the kitchen to the de

ic Billion-dollar worthy room spotless just so I didn't