I'm conducting this post through my tears.
Today is St. Nicholas Day. And I got switches. With a shiny silver bow on them. (Note that that shiny bow makes a very nice hair ribbon.)
Mère. It's all Mère. She despises me so much that she HAD to give me switches!
Père even agrees with me that this is wrong...and unfair...and unjust!
I'm so sick of Mère! Like I mentioned before, I can breath and get in trouble.
Now, for the "wonderful" feast Mère prepared...
Did I mention?
JE DETESTE MA MERE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!