"Mom, why is my name Parvati?"

When he was young, he had just learned to speak, and at the age of two or three, Parvati was already curious about his name. The children outside the house would often call out the name downstairs, and Parvati always thought they were trying to let herself out to play, but when she struggled to move the little bench and climb onto the table and look out the window, she found that they always seemed to be calling someone else.

Why isn't your name special at all? If it's a unique name, no one will be the first to say yes when the children downstairs call them.

Mom was sitting on the chair making her little clothes, and when she heard her own cry, she gently hugged herself to her lap.

"What? Isn't that a nice name? ”

Parvati shook his head.

"Hehe, silly girl, the name Parvati is the same as the name of the goddess of the snowy mountains."

"But...... In this case, the children downstairs will not be able to tell me to go downstairs to play. The other Parvati will always be a lot faster than me – and I want to play with them too. ”

In fact, Parvati's world was tiny, tiny, and for as long as she could remember, she had been in this small, dimly lit room. There seems to be a big lock between her world and the outside world forever...... And her mother works outside most of the day, and in addition to the rag doll made by her mother, the only thing that can accompany her is the blackened lamp in the house to pass the time.

Mom would never let her go out......

It's the same this time.

Hearing Parvati's words, Mom's expression became gloomy. She held Parvati tightly in her arms.

"I'm sorry, Parvati, I'm sorry...... Bear with me a little longer. ”

Mom's voice trembled, and she whispered in her ear. "As long as your dad comes back, everything will be fine, we have to believe him, okay."

"It's Daddy ...... Again"

Parvati pouted disgnossarily and turned her head awkwardly.

Mom always mentions the word, but what exactly is 'Dad'? Why is it that when 'Dad' comes back, he can go out by himself, is 'Dad' a key?

In fact, in addition to the concept of 'dad', Parvati often heard her mother mention that she had a younger sister, according to her mother, who was a child who looked very similar to herself, but like her father, she had never met her. I heard my mother say that when my father comes back, I will be able to see my sister.

But when will they be back? The young Parvati lay on the windowsill all day long, praying to Lord Brahma in his heart............

A year later, she waited for that day.

That day, a tall, thin stranger came into the house. Parvati had never seen her mother so out of shape, and the moment she saw this man, tears welled up in her eyes and she threw herself on it desperately.

The two men embraced for a long time before parting, and the man walked in his direction, and he stood in front of him, crouching down—his eyes still red.

Parvati was terrified.

"Parvati, Daddy is coming to pick you up." The man said, "Daddy is coming to pick you up and bring your mom home, okay?" ”

"Home?"

Parvati stepped back timidly, leaning nervously against the wall, clenching her little fists. "My home is here, I'm ...... I don't know you, you get out of here, you're making your mother cry! ”

Tears immediately poured out of the man's eyes, and as he wiped his tears and cursed loudly, his mother rushed over and hugged them. Mommy is crying, this guy called 'Daddy' is crying...... I don't know why, but I started to cry too.

………………

Since then, his life has been completely changed.

For the first time, Parvati left the small tulou where he had never taken a single step, and followed his parents on a thing called a 'flying carpet'. It looked like a big blanket, but it was unbelievable that it could fly - Dad was distressed to have layers of thick clothes for her, and Parvati had never been as warm as she had been that day. The flying carpet floated and soared high into the sky.

Along the way, my mother kept talking to herself about some inexplicable things, such as wizards and magic...... She said so profoundly, she could not have understood, but when they flew down the clouds and hovered over a magnificent and magnificent manor, Parvati realized that she was afraid that she would have to say goodbye to her previous life completely.

From getting off the flying carpet, to following her parents around the manor in a daze, to going to the bathroom to take a shower, Parvati's mouth never closed all the way, she felt like she had entered a storybook giant's country, and the room in front of her was always so spacious that even the bathroom was bigger than her previous home—so much so that she thought the granite bath was a giant's washbasin, and she trembled when she was carried by her mother to take a bath. What frightened her even more was the strange creature that suddenly appeared next to the bath after taking a bath, holding a large bath towel, the guy named Kafu was about the same height as Parvati, bent over respectfully, its limbs as thin as hemp stalks.

"You said Kaf, she is a house-elf, and in the future, she will help you tidy up the housework and clean up, and occasionally help other elves cook." Dressed in bright clothes and following her father, he explained, "But don't be mischievous and shove your clothes into her hands, she will be so sad that she will kill herself." ”

Parvati nodded incomprehensibly, and followed her father through a corridor to a room not far away.

"Where are we going?" She nervously asked, "Are you going home?" ”

The father stroked his head dotingly, his expression sad and ridiculous. "Silly girl, this is your home from now on, the bathroom, the kitchen, the studio—the whole manor is your home. Now we're just going to go inside the bedroom and meet the last member of the family. ”

They came to the room at the end of the hallway, and my father pushed the door open. Parvati let out an exclamation.

"Wow~ a lot of books......"

The room was large, but the space that Parvati could move around was very small, and it was crammed to the brim, with more than a dozen rows of large bookshelves on the upper and lower floors forced into the room, which was undoubtedly full of books. Not only that, but the only remaining space, except for the passage that people used to walk, was also occupied by stacks of books.

Down the aisle, Parvati came to the end of the room, and she saw her alternate self at the desk in the corner. She was turning her back to them, looking intently at something—Parvati understood everything without her father opening her tongue, but just looking at it, a strange feeling of blood swelling through her tiny body. The other man's movement of turning the pages of the book suddenly stopped, and she turned around, and Parvati's face was exactly the same as herself.

In an instant, Parvati's heart stopped beating, and she felt that she had to do something about it—and under the girl's cold gaze, Parvati jumped in three or two steps and pounced on her. Two equally cute faces were pressed together.

"Hello~ I'm Parvati, and I'll be your sister from today onwards - ouch! Don't knock me on the head~ It hurts! ”

After a brief period of coldness, she was met with a real head-on attack, and this strange interaction soon became a sister's daily routine.

This was the first encounter between the sister of the Shudra and the sister of the Brahmin.

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Port Kolkata, India, the capital of the Indian state of West Bengal and the capital of India during British colonization. The heritage of the last century is well preserved, and Victorian buildings from nearly 100 years ago can be seen everywhere. The city grew from north to south, with the North End being the oldest part of Kolkata and almost entirely filled with 19th-century low-rise buildings and narrow side streets.

On Luwei Street, where the sky is bright and the garbage is everywhere and the sewage is overflowing, itinerant vendors selling vegetables, fruits, and snacks have gathered on both sides of the alley to shout and shout, beckoning pedestrians to pass by on the road, people passing by one after another, occasionally stopping to pick up food, but more hurriedly leaving - most of those people are Shudras who have no regular jobs, and they are in a hurry, hoping to reach the southern district before eight o'clock in the morning. In this way, there is a better chance of working a day job that is enough to fill the stomach of the family.

This is also the reason why the people who live in the neighborhood are very jealous of Kangena - the same lowly Shudra, Kangana can leisurely pick and choose from the vendors' stalls, and struggle with her breakfast tricks. Why didn't I have the luck to be hired as a long-term nanny by that kind foreigner......

13 Luwei Street, a small gray building, is where Congana has worked for decades. Although she said that she was a nanny, in fact, this small building was almost no different from hers. The foreigner seemed to have a passion for traveling the world – he bought the house and lived in it for less than half a year before leaving India. But he neither sold the house, nor fired the mediocre-looking Congana, and even later sent her a sum of pounds enough to support her for the rest of her life. And the only requirement is for her to clean the small building regularly......

How can there be such a stupid dog in the world?!

Watching Congana pick the onions and peas from her stall, the peddler sneered in her heart.

"Huh? Kangana? "Suddenly, he noticed something different than usual." Did you buy too many ingredients today? Have you finished eating for the four of you? ”

The stocky and chubby Congana paid the money happily and carried the bag with a smile. Her expression was much more relaxed than ever, "Ah, these weren't bought for your own family, Amir. "It's for the guests," she said, "and Mr. Scarman's little guests have come over." ”

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