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My idea is to tell the traditional story changing its perspective. I intend to have the stepmother narrate. I hope to turn the traditional story, which virtually created the WICKED STEPMOTHER archetype, on it's ear. Here is an excerpt from the story. If you have any questions, or comments feel free to contact me post haste.

Watching the girl snivel piteously over her father’s grave reminded me of my own mother’s funeral. “The poor dear,” I thought cringing at the memory. Right then and there I determined to accept the girl as one of my own. “Come child,” I said offering my hand, which she accepted blindly. Gently I steered her away from my second husband’s final resting place. “May God rest his soul,” I thought struggling to conquer my raging emotions. I would have to be strong in the upcoming weeks; these girls would need someone to lean upon. I led our morose procession back to the wagon, Ella sobbed despondently, and my daughters trailed behind us solemn and stunned, having just buried their second father.