I was a much-loved first child. Golden ringlets, blue eyes, a flick of freckles, and a cheeky smile. I owned the place, toddling around the farm, like the princess I was. Then my world changed. At some stage, my parents decided that the perfect child wasn’t enough for them, and they decided to have another child. My brother. Snowy white hair, brown eyes, he was as cute as anything, or so I have been told. I didn’t like him much, apparently. I guess this is why I was caught leaning over his bassinet when he was barely a week old. He was screaming, as much as he could with me holding the sheet over his face. He was bleeding a little too, from the eyes. I had tried to shut his eyes, through the sheet, so that he could sleep, well that’s my story. There is no way in hell I was trying to poke his eyes out, as my parents love to say.

Straight away I knew my position as princess and perfect child was in trouble. And I was right!