I noticed Papa had a cough about a mois before his death. He'd been coughing and wheezing like a madman. My stepmother, Lady Tremaine, ignored it. I pleaded her to contact a doctor, but of course, she didn't want to listen.
So one day, I decided to leave the house in chercher of a doctor. I asked people around the village where I could find one, but nobody paid attention to a ten-year-old girl. I finally stood up on a barrel of foins, hay laying suivant to a horse and yelled, "My Papa needs help! Help! Help! Doctor! I need a doctor!!!"
Finally, a kind, old lady instructed me to Dr. Paul A. Olverman's home. It took me thirty minutes to walk to his house. When I arrived, I knocked on the door. A maid answered and went to go fetch Paul. He came and stood in the doorway.
"May I help you, little girl?" he asked with a toothy grin.
"Yes," I said, "my Papa has been wheezing for a week now, and I'd like for toi to go see him."
The doctor chuckled.
"Silly girl," he a dit " toi must make an appointment with me first, before I see patients." He patted me on the head.
"Now run along, I'm sure your Papa is fine."
He shoved me out of the doorway, and before I could turn around and demand him to come, he shut the door. I then walked another thirty minutes home.
At dîner that night, Lady Tremaine was curious on why I was out.
"Cinderella," she began, coldly, "where were toi this afternoon? Skipping out on your stepsisters' musical performance? toi should have been there. Where do toi get your irresponsibility from? Your mother? "
I completely forgot. Anastasia and Drizzella had their monthly musical performance. Today they performed and I wasn't there to see it. Drizzella stuck her tongue out at me from across the table, while Anastasia smiled an evil smirk.
If my father was at the table, he would have smacked my stepsisters and scolded Lady Tremaine. But he was not there. He was resting in his room, wheezing his cœur, coeur out.
So one day, I decided to leave the house in chercher of a doctor. I asked people around the village where I could find one, but nobody paid attention to a ten-year-old girl. I finally stood up on a barrel of foins, hay laying suivant to a horse and yelled, "My Papa needs help! Help! Help! Doctor! I need a doctor!!!"
Finally, a kind, old lady instructed me to Dr. Paul A. Olverman's home. It took me thirty minutes to walk to his house. When I arrived, I knocked on the door. A maid answered and went to go fetch Paul. He came and stood in the doorway.
"May I help you, little girl?" he asked with a toothy grin.
"Yes," I said, "my Papa has been wheezing for a week now, and I'd like for toi to go see him."
The doctor chuckled.
"Silly girl," he a dit " toi must make an appointment with me first, before I see patients." He patted me on the head.
"Now run along, I'm sure your Papa is fine."
He shoved me out of the doorway, and before I could turn around and demand him to come, he shut the door. I then walked another thirty minutes home.
At dîner that night, Lady Tremaine was curious on why I was out.
"Cinderella," she began, coldly, "where were toi this afternoon? Skipping out on your stepsisters' musical performance? toi should have been there. Where do toi get your irresponsibility from? Your mother? "
I completely forgot. Anastasia and Drizzella had their monthly musical performance. Today they performed and I wasn't there to see it. Drizzella stuck her tongue out at me from across the table, while Anastasia smiled an evil smirk.
If my father was at the table, he would have smacked my stepsisters and scolded Lady Tremaine. But he was not there. He was resting in his room, wheezing his cœur, coeur out.