15 years later...

Today is Liz's birthday. I can't call her Blondie. That was my sister's name, and she's not my sister. But of course, I'm the only one that knows the truth. Well, besides her, of course.

I think back to that night, just over 15 years ago, when I brought her to the castle....

I was sure I'd found my little sister. I was so sure. Then I got a good look at her face. It was almost an exact copy of my sisters, except her nose. Very slightly off, but I knew it wasn't her. I sat down then and there, and cried my eyes out. I was certian I'd lost my sister forever.

When I stopped sobbing, I looked beck up at the girl. She looked mortified. I felt horrible. My sister was gone, and I'd taken this poor girl from her home. But when I asked if she would like me to return her, she shook her head vigrously. I nodded, and finished taking her to the castle.

The first year was hard on both of us. Everytime she stumbled, I had to be there to catch her. And she stumbled often. Luckily, nobdy even had a second thought about it. I don't know how I did it, but I put her through princess training myself. She grew into a beautiful girl, and a perfect princess.

Today, she is 17. In can't help sniffling. My real sister is out there somewhere, and I will find her. I will.

The End

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