The first piece of my 5-minute writing session
|"I never planned that I would actually get the letter. I always thought only the righteous got the letter. But, here I am, wearing rags as clothes, with the envelope in my hand." I placed the envelope on the table.
"I-I don't know-" my mother stuttered, "How could a family as poor as ours get a letter inviting us to the ball? And-and how could I be as lucky to bring me and my family into a higher social class?"
Well, it's not like we could be any lower! I thought to myself, We are at the bottom of the social class!
"I found it shocking too!" I said, "but we're seeing the king tomorrow!"