My Dear

She lives with Mama; you see, Daddy buys all her things, don't you know.

You must live so luxurious, hun.

The vultures almost picked apart what happiness she shared with others.

Her demeanor let others assume the silver spoon was carved just for her.

In reality, most would have detached faster than a vampire, you see, sucking them dry til every last drop was gone from within.

If they knew the truth, would they judge merely a plastic casing, my dear?