If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This - Pg 92 : Harriet Elliot

   She must have cried for her mother and her father. She must have cried out her eyes. But then, at some point, she must have stopped--an even more frightening thought. And her tights must have faded from white to the pale gray of dirt, and maybe eventually to black. She couldn't have worn the same dress for three weeks. She must have had to change. Change her clothing. Change herself. She must have had to stop being a princess, if only for those days.