I noticed Papa had a cough about a месяц before his death. He'd been coughing and wheezing like a madman. My stepmother, Lady Tremaine, ignored it. I pleaded her to contact a doctor, but of course, she didn't want to listen.

So one day, I decided to leave the house in Поиск of a doctor. I asked people around the village where I could find one, but nobody paid attention to a ten-year-old girl. I finally stood up on a barrel of сено, сена laying Далее to a horse and yelled, "My Papa needs help! Help! Help! Doctor! I need a doctor!!!"

Finally, a kind, old lady instructed me to Dr. Paul A. Olverman's home. It took me thirty минуты to walk to his house. When I arrived, I knocked on the door. A maid answered and went to go fetch Paul. He came and stood in the doorway.

"May I help you, little girl?" he asked with a toothy grin.
"Yes," I said, "my Papa has been wheezing for a week now, and I'd like for Ты to go see him."
The doctor chuckled.
"Silly girl," he сказал(-а) " Ты must make an appointment with me first, before I see patients." He patted me on the head.
"Now run along, I'm sure your Papa is fine."

He shoved me out of the doorway, and before I could turn around and demand him to come, he shut the door. I then walked another thirty минуты home.
At ужин that night, Lady Tremaine was curious on why I was out.
"Cinderella," she began, coldly, "where were Ты this afternoon? Skipping out on your stepsisters' musical performance? Ты should have been there. Where do Ты get your irresponsibility from? Your mother? "

I completely forgot. Анастасия and Drizzella had their monthly musical performance. Today they performed and I wasn't there to see it. Drizzella stuck her tongue out at me from across the table, while Анастасия smiled an evil smirk.

If my father was at the table, he would have smacked my stepsisters and scolded Lady Tremaine. But he was not there. He was resting in his room, wheezing his сердце out.