While my brother discussed the most elegant way to sever an artery, I tended my vegetables.
While my sister sharpened her fangs for the coming feast, I tended my vegetables.
While the whole family prepared to revel beneath the blood moon, I was still tending my vegetables.
I cared so much about growing them well that I converted the cellar into a climate-controlled greenhouse and trained our familiar bats to serve as pollinators.
Mom and Dad took one look at the sea of green filling our grounds.
Exasperated but helpless to change me, they took the rest of the family on vacation so they would not have to see it.
For a long while after that, I enjoyed the idyllic peace of country life.
Then one day, as I was picking pests off my cucumbers, a luxury car screeched to a halt outside the gates.
A wealthy young lady in a lace dress pointed at my castle and shrieked coquettishly to her eight brothers, “Baby wants it turned into a Barbie dream castle!
This is where a princess belongs!”
