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I must admit I very much related to young Fanny in this chapter. I was a painfully shy child. I remember one time when staying with a friend, we went to a babysitter or a friend of theirs, I was so young I cannot remember the details. I was probably in the first grade, maybe even kindergarten. I wanted to go home, I wanted my mother. My mom has worked since before I was born and I really don’t remember spending one on one time with her, but this time I wanted to go home. I was quiet while we were there, and a little sad. The lady of the house started to either tease me or make fun of me, I don’t remember which, but I do remember crying in my peas at supper because of the things this woman said. I never went back there, and honestly I cannot remember a time I ever wanted my mother again.

That Fanny had Edward to turn to is a blessing. That no one took the time to get to know her or to instead of focusing on her short comings, but instead their own good qualities, is shameful. Ignorance is one thing, it can be cured, but stupid is a choice. I wonder who the stupid one(s) are here. The fact that no one ever even thought to send her back to her family for a vacation is horrid. They did at least have William come to visit, I will give them that. Lady Bertrum however, sitting all day on her couch with her pug, no wonder her girls are IMHO very vain. So mom’s, just staying home with your children does not make you a good mother.