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My Mermaid Story

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Many hundred years ago in the seas across from a great kingdom, there lived a little mermaid named Camilla. She was the daughter of a great sea king and queen and she also happened to be my younger sister. While I was only four years old when she was born, I remember the day very vividly as it was a day of great rejoice but also of great sorrow for my family. On that day we gained another sister, but we also lost our mother. I will always remember my mother’s loving and rebellious spirit and am often told by my older sisters that I share many of these qualities with her. After our mother passed away, our grandmother moved into the palace to take care of my father’s needs as well as to raise all six of us. While our grandmother was very wonderful to us and helped us become the mermaids we are today, some of the values she instilled in us didn’t sit well with my sisters and I. Since grandmother raised Camilla from birth, many of grandmother’s values and opinions were very prominent in her. Grandmother often stressed vanity, meekness and subservience to all elders. Those qualities began to show up in Camilla the most as we aged. Camilla was often worried about her appearance so much that she had trouble having fun during our sisterly outings to the reef. She was often insecure and worst of all, had lost her sense of wonder and adventure.
I took Camilla under my fin and began to show her the wonders of the world in hopes to instill some of mother’s spirit into to her, slowly

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