Ellen's gifts unraveled..

Sitting in the parlor of madam Martha's mansion, Ellen, a girl in her late teenage was gawking at the interiors of the living room.

Jeffrey had gone to work that morning.

Ellen's pretty but young face forced a smile, seeing what was being shown on the 72inches television set at the hall.

Her blue eye- balls gleamed, visualizing how happy it would have been if she was with her family; she so missed her family, especially her little sister, Amanda.

But for a minute,she was reminded of how her Dad had practically disowned her; Ellen had no idea Mr McArthur wasn't her biological father though.

Her little brain was winding around how her Dad would pamper her little sister.

"Ellen made a mistake ,and he had to disown her, She said to herself.

The pain of being dragged out from the home she grew was still running through her heart; this caused tears to fall down her cheeks.

She sniffed away her sorrow and wiped of the tears from her beautiful but fragile face.

She blew out the fluid that wa