Flowers of the garden

Lilly felt the burning tears the weeled in her eyes. Her father and moth had token turns wipping her with her fathers plether belt. It had been this way ever sunce she was five years old, but that what 8 years ago. When they left her Lilly broke down in tears as the repulsive site of blood drenched the floor. She remebered that if she did not get it cleaned the wounds that were newly placed on her back what get infected. She slowly got up and stagered to the door. She got beat everything she did wrong. Today she accidently droped a porsline vase that was her great grandmam's. Her mother was certinly not happy and niether was her father. When she finally reached her cramped room, when she realized there was a trail of blood comming from her parents room to her room. She frowned at the sight and slow cleaned it up with torn dress. Lilly's fragile yet ferm hands got the job done as quick as she could. After what felt like an eternity she adressed her wounds and put on a nicer and cleaner dress. Her sister dasiey came in and gave her a hug. " Lilly I am sorry you have to endure this, but its your fault that your such a cluts." Lilly was furris that her younger sister said that to her. "Lilly! Come down here right now and clean up this mess you've made." Her mother said angerly. Lilly shoved her younger sibiling of off her and stagered down the stairs. Why could the maids not take care of it. She thought in a disguted manner.