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From the lengthy windows of my relatively large bedroom, the London sun was pouring it’s hot rays onto my face. I squinted and opened my eyes. Sun rays stung me and I was straining to see so I could begin my day. With my rather repetitive life. I used my arm to cover my face and pulled my many sheets off my body. My bare feet touched the soft carpet and I removed my arm from my face. It was really warm in my room and I was beginning to sweat under my thin chemise. The lacy fabric around the neck was extremely irritating and I wanted to change into another dress.A knock on my door broke my thoughts and I looked. Mary my servant maid was peeking through the door with her petite head.“Ma’am you are in trouble, quick hide!”, she told me, as the door opened wider and my mother was standing behind her, looking grave. Her round spectacles were falling of her skinny nose as she marched into my room. I swallowed a hard lump.“Grace Hill, You woke up late once again!”, she yelled. I said no reply and she took advantage of this. “You should be feeling guilty! Your father needs to Bun Warming Drawer have a word with you about this”, she said, shaking her head. Her spectacles fell of over her nose and landed on my unmade bed. I wanted to laugh.“Mary, come in here!”, my mother ordered turning her head towards the doorway. The tiny maid came inside, walking slowly as if my mother would swallow her. Although my mother was a gentle soul her anger portrayed her to seem like a nasty stepmother, who knew nothing but odium. But at times her anger was quite amusing. “Change her into a proper dress, and you-”, she said, pointing her finger at me. “Come down into the parlor immediately, everyone is waiting”. My mother takes her spectacles off my bed and walks out, the hem of her high waist dress flying in a genuine fashion. I erupted in laughter as her footsteps descended down the hall, and Mary just stared at me smiling. “I dare say, you are quite childish”, Mary tells me as she starts to arrange the messy sheets on my bed. I stopped laughing and smiled not minding Mary‘s comment.“All say this to me”, I say, stretching my arms and yawing un lady like. “I can see why”, Mary said giggling. I smiled. Mary Bells was sixteen years old when her parents gave her away as placement servant to work in Victorian homes. She has been my maid for almost two years. Always I have wondered what it would be like to be a in her place, I didn’t think that I could manage it.After cleaning my face with boiled water, Mary assisted me out my flannel chemise and into a another. She then put on a high waist muslin dress overtop, tightening it along the bust line revealing my small breasts. Mary insisted to put on a petticoat under my skirt, but I felt too warm in the September sun to do so. Lastly, she tied my hair into a bun.“Shall you need anything else Ma‘am, please let me know”, Mary said after she was finished, standing very still beside my dresser.I nodded fiddling through my chest drawer, searching for my beloved earnings. They were gold earrings that my father acquired for me from India, paying quite a handsome price for such valuable jewelry. I lastly found them hidden among the other earrings and placed them in my ears. I waved Mary away and left the presence of my bedroom.I feel like I’m not doing a very good job.
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