On April 21st, we were born. My twin sister and I. On the rainy morning, the children of the King and Queen were born. We were born in expectation, my sister to be the اگلے Queen and for me to be her servant, her valet. On the morning of April 21st, a church گھنٹی, بیل blessed us. It blessed the princess and her valet. But my sister was born without the life I had. She wasn't crying like me. She wasn't breathing like me. She was born dead. But in a week یا two, I was lying in my پالنے, پالنا and my mother's advisor, Harlem, placed my sister beside me. She was crying. she was breathing. She was alive. She...
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