CHAPTER 7 Don’t mess with the food

　　Another week went by, and another, and another. I was already very settled and used to my chores. Life was so much better. Yes, I was still bullied, but yet, I was not spanked or even treated badly by everyone around me. Cassandra and even Aaron, whenever he was around, were good to me.

　　Cassandra was more like a mother. She would care and be so patient with me. She never even once made any bad comment about me not talking much. She was, indeed, teaching me to read.

　　It all started when she asked me to read a receipt and I was unable. When she realized that, instead of shouting or yelling, she smiled at me and even said she was sorry.

　　“I should have known, dear. I’m sorry to put you into this situation.” She said. It was weeks ago and now, I even knew how to write my name, her name and read one or another word. Everytime I read a new one, she would look at me as a proud mother. Or as I thought a proud mother would look at her kid who accomplished something.