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Cindarella Wore Red!
a short story of a mentally retarded lady who lived in front of me and was used and abused by her heinous sister... eventually my friend and I liberated her per God's plan... I almost went to jail, but she was freed from the bad situation.
Living in the house in front of me is a very special woman I will call Cinderella. She is a loving, sociable person who thinks seriously about world events, sports, God, and his wishes for our lives. Unfortunately, her life does not afford her many opportunities to share these thoughts. She is home alone all day, commissioned with the duties of taking out the dogs, cleaning out the litter box, doing dishes and scrubbing the tub. Unfortunately, after all these duties she cannot take a relaxing bath herself. She must have permission for that. Then in the evening when her family comes home she stays upstairs because the only conversation and sharing she gets consists of shouted reprimands and blistering reminders that she is not able to take care of herself, that she had better do what she is told or she could be "sent to a nursing home" or that if she discusses the subjects outside the home that she is told not to she will no longer be allowed to attend church.
Then one day something very special happened. Cinderella got an invitation to the Prom. Even better, it came from Jesus. She was so excited, she couldn't wait, she told everyone about it for weeks. A friend took her to get her dress. As the time grew near, Cinderella grew more excited. She talked to the everyone she met about the prom. A friend offered to have her hair cut, but her stepsister said that would not be allowed. Another friend offered to buy her a regular bra since she had only one sports bra. But her stepsister said she had more, she just didn't know the difference. Inquiries about dress shoes were answered the same way. Finally the big evening came. A friend stopped to see if she needed anything. She brought a bra just in case and sure enough she needed it and the hose and the half-slip and the shoes. The friend thought how odd she didn't have any of those things when she gets money for her needs in the form of a check that comes to her stepsister.
Just then the stepsister came home. She acted surprised it was prom night. How strange since she had opened Cinderella's invitation herself. As Cinderella dressed, the stepsister wanted to know when she would be home. (Wasn't that on the invitation?) When she was told the prom ended at 10:30pm the stepsister turned evil. She ranted and raved, shouting that Cinderella would be home by 9:30 or she would never go anywhere with the friend again. The friend assured her she would make sure she got home by 9:30, but the stepsister expounded on how no one had consideration for her and her need to get to bed early. How no one knew how it was to live with Cinderella, that she only had 1/4 of her brain since her mother was a crack head, and after all Cinderella wasn't even her "blood." Cinderella sat on the stairs in her beautiful prom dress with her head in her hands, embarrassed, appalled that her friend was hearing all this, and so afraid that she would be a "no-show" at the Jesus Prom. She listened while her friend was told to leave. But her friend didn't go. She listened while her friend was berated for being nice to Cinderella, accused of trying to stick her nose in where it had no business and told again to leave. But her friend just said Cinderella was her friend and she cared for her and when you care for someone you like doing things with them and for them. Eventually the evil stepsister ran out of evil things to say. The friend promised to get her back by 9:30 and up pulled the big brown chariot driven by another friend. Off they went, stopping long enough to poof the hair, add a little make up, pin on some baubles, spray on cologne and then Cinderella stepped onto the red carpet. Flash bulbs snapped, a wrist corsage appeared, there was gauze and lights and beautiful ladies and gentlemen dressed in their finest. But none stood out quite like Cinderella cause Cinderella wore red. Her eyes glowed. Her smile was radiant and the little bit of nervousness faded as she moved through out the crowd. Everywhere she turned there were people smiling at her, telling her how wonderful she looked, asking if she needed anything, and if she would care to dance. She ate, she danced, she talked, she met new friends. The time flew by and she was so happy.
Then all too soon her friend was beside her on the dance floor. "I'm sorry. We have to go." Cinderella walked quietly out of the hall, tears welling up in her eyes. All was dark when she got home. No one waited to hear about her evening. She walked upstairs without stopping. She sat there on the edge of the bed, smiling, remembering the food, the fun, the friends, the special, magical feeling from that one night at the Jesus Prom. Her first prom, her first dance, her first special night in 35 years. The smile that lingered on her face faded quickly as looking down she realized she still had on both slippers. How would anyone ever find her?
Sunday morning I peeked out the window over and over. The clock moved forward. It was time to go to church. I walked out of the house slowly. I started the car and sat there looking through my rear view mirror at the house in front of me. I strained to see the steps where I prayed she would be waiting. But once again Cinderella had disappeared.