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THIS IS A TRUE STORY OF A LITTLE GIRL IN THE CARE OF AN UNSCRUPULOUS LADY WHERE THE LITTLE GIRL WAS MALTREATED, HUMILIATED AND BEATEN TO DEATH, SHE WAS OFTEN LOCKED IN A DARK ROOM FOR MANY DAYS WITH BREAD AND WATER, SOMETIMES EVEN WITHOUT, TO THE POINT OF CAUSING HER TO HALLUCINATION FROM SEEING HER ROOM AS A NEW WORLD WHERE SHE WANTED TO ENTER BUT HER ANGEL CARESSES HER AND HEALS HER UNTIL ONE DAY AT THE END OF HER LIFE HER MOTHER SAVES HER BY TAKING HER AWAY FROM THE HANDS OF THE WITCH. This book is translated into Italian, English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Arabic
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Thanks to all the people who have wanted to know my story. You must excuse me if you find many spelling errors, but I have not had the opportunity to study further. And I did not want it to be corrected, so as not to change the words chosen and written directly by me.
I was born in a small castle, located on a hill between the sea and the mountains. It was small, but well built with red bricks and white stripes. The valley surrounding the castle was full of walnut and almond trees on one side and chestnuts on the other, climbing the hill you could admire the beauty of the sea, if you closed your eyes you could hear the roar of the waves and the rustle of the water. The castle was well hidden from view because of the trees, sitting on the grass you could see the fireflies flying around you, on the terrace you could touch the branches of the trees and you could admire the beauty of the dawn and the splendor of the sunset. Very often I went up to the terrace to check on the figs drying, the mushrooms or the chestnuts, I also went there to play with my sisters Maya and Evi. Maya said she sunbathed, but where? About the round bottom that she had that swayed when she walked? She took it on her pointed tits that looked like two balloons of baked figs, but then because she sunbathed, she dressed up in rags. I was born from a Queen Bee who was never there, she brought food and flew away and from a King who hid from the soldiers so as not to fight. My birth was a miracle born in a fairy tale. The first years of life were magical, I always won, I conquered everyone with my smile, I did so many things, then a smile was enough to avoid being spanked by my sisters. I was a chick who ran and hid so as not to be caught. My sisters called me “Princess Pulcino”, they said that when I was born I was so small that it seemed like a hen had given birth to me. At the Castle we were: Me, my sisters Maya and Evi, my little brother Carletto who was three years old, then there was Mom Concetta and Dad Antonio