Ally
After breakfast, I followed Sara to a room where she shut the door. She then stood, so I stood too.
“This is my room. I am on the main floor because I cook all the meals. The only time we are allowed on our feet is when we do chores. But you must crawl from room to room. So if you were helping with a meal, you can be on your feet, but if you wanted to leave the kitchen, you must crawl to where you are going. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You say, yes sister,” she said. It wasn’t with any malice or attitude, she was just instructing me.
“Yes sister,” I corrected, she nodded. Sara was beautiful with red hair cut in a curly bob, pale skin and green eyes. She had freckles all over her face. She was taller than me, probably 5’10 and really skinny. She was in an extremely
