The mothers arms clung to her small child. The little girl, not quite two, within her arms stroked her mother face and felt the tears the were wetting the cheeks. Her mother always seems sad. The songs that she sang were melancholy. Even her smile was tinged with sorrow. The child breathed her mothers scent in deeply, feeling secure and loved. The child's father was cold and distant, but her mother could never seem to get enough of holding her.
There was a sharp rap at the door and a woman with glistening white hair held rigidly in place with a hair stick entered the house. The child's mother clung to her more tightly. Her father entered and remained silent. The adults spoke to each other in strained voices. The child did not understand what was being said but sensed that something was amiss.
Her father pulled her from her mother and placed her with this new woman. The woman collected the child, turned heel an immediately left the house. The little girl heard her mother's screams and began to cry. This new woman took no notice, and faster than a human could move they were out of earshot of the only home the child had ever known. They seemed to travel through miles of woods. The child cried herself to sleep. When she awoke she found herself in a small circular room with walls comprised of cold stones. In the years that followed, Rapunzel never forgot her mother and cherished those early memories always.
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