The Evil Witch Short Story

The evil witch. That’s what they call me, do they? Is that what they think I am? In this crooked world, full of despair and stupidity. These people don’t understand what they have done to their world, to each other. They immediately assume on the slightest word. If you are clever enough, you will hear the story correctly: From my view.
Once upon a time, there was an old, but beautiful, woman who lived in a cottage near a small town. The woman lived very happily with the most beautiful garden around the house. This woman was me. I was so happy with my little house away from the little town. But then, this dumb couple with their little children came. My first expectation was that the children would do everything to make my life miserable, but it was the parents who would wreak havoc. They would always throw their garbage into my beautiful garbage, encouraging the children by saying it’s natural. They would steal all of my favorite plants and claim it as theirs. I did a lot with those plants; they were like groceries to me! And they were very expensive too! If it weren’t for their attorney with his objections flying everywhere, I would have gotten those plants back and made that medicine for my mother in time!
But the biggest thing about this family was how they would treat their children. Every night, they would yell and beat the children horribly. I recall one day the children snuck out to ask me for something they could eat. I knew how poorly they were treated and tried my