Cindy couldn’t believe this was happening.
McKenzie had just disregarded her completely. She had left Cindy in Madison’s habitat while she galivanted around with Greg doing God only knew what. Meanwhile, Madison had already sent several messages, each one clipped, impatient, and clearly annoyed.
Madison was having a bad day.
Possibly about one thing.
Possibly about everything.
It hardly mattered. Cindy knew how things worked now. Shit rolled downhill, and when Madison had a bad day, Cindy usually ended up having one too.
And all the while, she was still in here.
In Madison’s bedroom.
Inside this godforsaken habitat until Madison felt otherwise.
Cindy hated it. She hated the glass. She hated the little furniture. She hated the tablet Madison had given her, with its monitored apps and approved contacts. She hated that the bedroom beyond the habitat was messy and normal and free, while she was trapped inside a miniature imitation of domestic life like some kind of decorative punishment.
She was not meant to be a Little.
She should have been able to move freely through her own home. She should have been downstairs, or in her office, or at the very least able to leave Madison’s bedroom without permission.
Instead, she was waiting.
Always waiting.
That was when the tablet started vibrating.
Cindy turned toward it, already feeling her stomach sink. Madison’s picture filled the screen, because of course Madison had selected a glamour shot of herself as the contact image. Every time she called, Cindy had to watch that polished, smiling version of her daughter appear across the tablet like Madison was some celebrity gracing her with attention.
Cindy drew in a breath, forced her expression into something neutral, and accepted the FaceTime call.
Madison’s face appeared first, too close to the camera and already annoyed.
“Mom, what took so long? What are you doing?” Madison asked with open teenage disgust.
Cindy opened her mouth, but Madison did not wait for an answer.
“Whatever. I sent you my history homework. It’s due tomorrow. Make sure you do Ava’s too. She sent everything over.”
Cindy stared at the screen for half a second.
Of course.
Of course that was why Madison was calling.
Not to check on her. Not to tell her when Greg might come back. Not to explain what McKenzie was doing. Not to ask if Cindy needed anything after being left alone in the habitat all morning.
Homework.
Another task.
Another reminder that Cindy’s time belonged to Madison now.
“Of course, Ms. Wessen,” Cindy said, forcing a smile so tight it almost hurt. “It’s such a pleasure to do your homework.”
Madison’s eyes narrowed.
Before she could answer, Brooklyn’s face pushed into frame beside her.
“Oh my god,” Brooklyn said, instantly delighted. “Is little Cindy Wessen giving her guardian lip? That’s so funny.”
Cindy went still.
Brooklyn grinned wider. “Remember how she was always like, ‘Correct your Little. They should understand it’s a privilege.’”
Madison’s annoyance shifted into something sharper and more amused. “Oh my god, she did.”
Another face appeared as Evan leaned into view with theatrical disbelief.
“She really did,” Evan said. “Like doing Madison’s homework is some kind of high honor. She used to take all that stuff so seriously.” Evan laughed, then turned slightly away from the camera. “It’s kind of funny seeing her live it. Don’t you think, Charizard?”
Cindy’s stomach twisted as Evan lifted Charity into view.
Charity Stevens sat carefully in Evan’s hand, one small hand resting against Evan’s thumb for balance. She looked toward the screen and saw Cindy. Her expression flickered for only a second before she smoothed it away, but Cindy caught it.
Recognition.
Discomfort.
Caution.
Charity’s eyes moved to Evan first, then to Madison, then back to Cindy.
Evan tilted her hand slightly, just enough to remind Charity who was holding her. “Go ahead, Charizard. You can answer.”
Charity swallowed. “Yes, Ms. Evan. It is funny.”
The girls laughed.
Cindy wanted to scream.
She wanted to reach through the screen and wring all their necks. Madison. Brooklyn. Evan. All of them. These girls she had driven around, fed, hosted, tolerated. Girls who had sat in her car and asked for Starbucks. Girls who had left wrappers in the backseat and tracked dirt through her entryway. Girls she had once corrected, lectured, and occasionally protected.
Now they were laughing at her from the other side of a screen.
And Cindy could do nothing.
Nothing but sit in Madison’s habitat and smile.
She had already said too much.
“No, Ms. Reynolds,” Cindy said quickly, keeping her voice light and obedient. “I was being sincere. I appreciate the opportunity to do Ms. Wessen’s homework. It keeps me busy during the day.”
Brooklyn covered her mouth, laughing. “No way. She’s doing the voice.”
“What voice?” Madison asked, even though her smile said she knew exactly what Brooklyn meant.
“The good Little voice,” Brooklyn said. “The one where they pretend they’re not mad.”
Evan looked down at Charity with sudden amusement. “Charizard knows that voice.”
Charity lowered her eyes. “Yes, Ms. Evan.”
Cindy kept smiling.
She thought about all the times she had picked these girls up from school. All the times she had waited in parking lots because they were “almost ready.” All the times she had paid for meals and drinks and little extras because Madison had begged, because Brooklyn had forgotten money, because Evan had wanted something too and Cindy had not wanted to seem rude.
And now here she was.
Smiling into a tablet.
Thanking Madison for the privilege of doing her homework.
Madison leaned closer to the camera. “That’s better, Mom. See? Was that so hard?”
“No, Ms. Wessen.”
“And Ava’s too,” Madison said. “Don’t forget. She needs it done right, and I don’t want to hear some whole thing about academic honesty or whatever.”
“Of course, Ms. Wessen.”
Brooklyn tilted her head, still grinning. “Wait, can she do mine too?”
Madison glanced at her like the answer was obvious. “Yeah, send it over.”
Cindy’s smile faltered for half a second before she forced it back into place.
Brooklyn brightened. “Actually?”
“Yeah,” Madison said. “Just send it to me and I’ll forward it. She’s literally just sitting there.”
Cindy’s hands curled against her knees.
Brooklyn looked back at the screen, delighted. “Thanks, little Cindy.”
Cindy’s jaw tightened so hard it hurt.
“Yes, Ms. Reynolds,” Cindy said. “I would be happy to help with your homework as well.”
Evan laughed. “Oh my god, she really has to say yes.”
Madison looked pleased with herself. “Mom likes being useful now.”
Cindy’s face burned.
Useful.
That was what she was now.
Not respected. Not listened to. Not even feared in the way she once had been when Madison and her friends were younger and still had to care what Cindy thought.
Useful.
Evan bounced Charity lightly in her hand, smiling down at her. “Maybe we should have her do something for you too, Charizard.”
Charity’s eyes widened slightly. “No, thank you, Ms. Evan.”
Evan laughed. “Relax. I’m kidding.”
Cindy looked at the screen, really looking at Charity now.
She knew who Charity Stevens was. She knew who her parents were. She knew about the family’s tragic downfall. Once, Cindy would have thought of Charity with pity. Maybe even concern. Charity had lost so much. Her life had collapsed into something smaller, stranger, and dependent.
And yet somehow, even as a Little, Charity was still above her.
In this little community the girls were forming, Cindy was the lowest-ranking female.
She hated that realization.
Trina and Charity were both above her, and they knew it. They had permissions Cindy did not. They had places beside their guardians that Cindy was denied. Charity got to go to school. Charity got to sit in Evan’s hand and be included in conversations. Trina got to exist around Brooklyn as something almost social, something recognized.
Cindy was here.
In Madison’s room.
Doing homework.
Waiting for orders.
The unfairness of it pressed down on her until her smile felt like it might crack.
Madison seemed to notice something in her expression, because her eyes sharpened.
“Mom.”
Cindy straightened immediately. “Yes, Ms. Wessen?”
“Don’t get weird.”
“No, Ms. Wessen. Sorry, Ms. Wessen.”
Brooklyn snorted. “She is so scared of you.”
Madison smiled. “She’s learning.”
Cindy lowered her eyes because she did not trust herself to keep looking at them.
Evan’s voice floated through the tablet, casual and bright. “Charizard, tell Ms. Madison that her mom is doing a good job.”
Charity hesitated.
Only for a moment.
But Cindy saw it.
Madison probably did too.
Charity looked toward the screen, her tiny posture careful in Evan’s hand.
“You’re doing a good job, Ms. Madison,” Charity said softly.
Madison laughed. “Not me. Her.”
Charity’s cheeks colored. “Sorry, Ms. Madison.”
Evan smiled down at her. “Try again.”
Charity looked back at the screen. “You’re doing a good job, Cindy.”
Cindy felt something inside her twist violently at hearing Charity say her first name. Not Mrs. Wessen. Not even Little Cindy. Just Cindy. From Charity Stevens, another Little, but one still allowed to sit above her in the hierarchy because Evan held her there.
Cindy swallowed.
“Thank you, Charity,” Cindy said before she could stop herself.
Madison’s expression cooled.
Evan’s hand shifted slightly around Charity.
Brooklyn’s grin widened.
Cindy realized the mistake almost immediately.
Madison tilted her head. “Mom.”
Cindy’s pulse jumped.
She corrected herself quickly. “Thank you, Charity. I mean, thank you. Sorry, Ms. Wessen.”
Madison stared at her through the screen, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make Cindy feel it.
Then she smiled.
“We’ll talk about that later.”
Cindy’s stomach dropped.
“Yes, Ms. Wessen.”
Brooklyn made a soft, delighted sound. “Oof. She’s cooked.”
Evan laughed, then glanced down at Charity. “See, Charizard? That’s why we use proper names.”
“Yes, Ms. Evan,” Charity said.
Madison turned her attention back to Cindy. “Anyway, I need mine done first. Then Ava’s. Then Brooklyn’s if she sends it before last period.”
“Yes, Ms. Wessen.”
“And don’t rush and make it bad. If I get a bad grade because you were sulking, that’s on you.”
“I understand, Ms. Wessen.”
Brooklyn leaned into frame again. “Mine’s probably just science questions. Nothing crazy.”
Cindy looked at her and forced another smile. “Of course, Ms. Reynolds.”
“See?” Brooklyn said to Madison. “This is actually kind of useful.”
Madison’s smile widened. “I know.”
Cindy sat very still.
She understood then, with a cold, sinking clarity, that this would not end with Madison. Once Madison’s friends realized what Cindy could be used for, the requests would multiply. Homework. Notes. Projects. Anything boring. Anything tedious. Anything a Little could do while trapped in a habitat all day.
And why would Madison say no?
Cindy belonged to her.
Her time belonged to her.
Her mind, apparently, belonged to her too.
Madison glanced offscreen, distracted by something in the hallway. “Okay, we have to go. I’ll check the folder later.”
“Yes, Ms. Wessen.”
“And Mom?”
Cindy looked back at the screen. “Yes, Ms. Wessen?”
Madison smiled sweetly. “Try to sound more grateful next time. It’s embarrassing when my Little has attitude in front of my friends.”
Cindy’s face burned.
“Yes, Ms. Wessen. I’m sorry, Ms. Wessen.”
“That’s better.”
The call ended.
The screen went dark, leaving Cindy staring at her own reflection in the black glass. She looked small. Smaller than she felt. Her forced smile had vanished, replaced by something raw and furious that no one but the tablet was there to see.
For several seconds, she did not move.
Then the tablet chimed.
A new file appeared.
Madison’s history homework.
A second chime.
Ava’s assignment.
Then a third.
Brooklyn’s science questions.
Cindy stared at the notifications until the words blurred.
She wanted to throw the tablet across the habitat. She wanted to smash it against the wall and watch the pieces scatter. She wanted to refuse, to scream, to make one choice that was truly hers.
Instead, she opened Madison’s history assignment first.
Because Madison had told her to.
She knew who Charity Stevens was. She knew who her parents were. She knew about the family’s tragic downfall. Once, Cindy would have thought of Charity with pity. Maybe even concern. Charity had lost so much. Her life had collapsed into something smaller, stranger, and dependent.
bologna lmao cindy wouldn’t have and didn’t give Charity a second thought. Charity seems more concerned about Cindy than Cindy ever would have for Charity.
Charity’s family definitely are/were Cindy donors up until they found out they were littles.
Hmm, Charity is calling Evan, Ms Evan. I wonder if that’s just when they’re out in public or if she does it at home as well.
It’s more a in public. Mind your manners. Kind of thing. We’ve seen how they can have different rules in private settings.
That’s what I thought.
Congrats madsion! You have become your Mom, all to show off with her friends! Horrible
I wonder if we’re going to meet Cindy’s sister this season
Ohhh that would be good!
that’d be the nail in the coffin for cindy i think. it sounded like, last season at least, that her sister resented Cindy and Cindy was probably the “good” child. the role reversal would probably make her sick
Thats kind of the point with Cindy she is using her moms teachings to raise Cindy in the way she advocated.
So if she wasn’t like her mom she would be as lethal would say a hypocrite for saying for 3 seasons she was raising Cindy as her mom would want a little to be treated and taught but then not do it.
But I find it funny with Madison and McKenzie they complain about Cindy before she was shrunk but the two of them are acting like her more and more
Thank you for vocalizing that both of them are becoming more like Cindy! They totally are!
That’s most teens though if I’m being real. You will complain about your parents but people end up being similar in a lot of ways to their parents
thats true lol i’m happily very similar to my parents, my dad more so than my mom
A) I agree, this behavior is a new low for Madison.
B) I get Cindy did horrible things and she is doing her teaching but she is her mom & to treat her with so much contempt is to far.
C)She needs to be better than her mom. There is a saying family first for a reason.
Honestly, it is just frustrating and showcases how Madison needs an actual parent in her life. She needs a role model to show her that what she is doing is horrible and is only driving her mom towards intense depression and isolation. The excuse of Cindy preaching that stuff doesn’t make being just as bad excusable.
She is also surrounded by spoiled little monsters so that doesn’t help.
Her parent in her mom would say Madison is doing everything right. Her mom would say good job. No notes.
This is what Cindy wanted for all littles.
The reader is just seeing it applied to her and that the point
Yes, that is why I am saying she needs a real parent. Not one that teaches you to bully the vulnerable or the wet noodle that ignores it. Someone to teach her that having power over someone doesn’t give you the right to enslave them or bully them.
That’s life though. You cant control
The hand you are dealt. You cant control if you have bad or good parents or are rich or poor.
Abused or loved.
That’s life and we all have different hands we are dealt and all start on different rungs of the ladder of life. Not all ladders are equal. Not everyone starts the same.
No, but she clearly still thinks they are people and that her mom was wrong as she at least talks to Greg and jokes around with him. She is taking it way further than just giving tasks, she is basking in her mom’s humiliation, which is not something someone does to animals.
A) it’s what her mother would have wanted. So she is honoring her in the way she preached.
B) and according to her mom littles aren’t people.
Littles aren’t equal. Littles aren’t human. She is giving Cindy exactly what she wanted for every little.
C) she treats Greg better as Greg she doesn’t follow Cindy’s teachings that closely. She had him do things for her as he is a little
But she does show love and care as well.
So does Kenzie also believe that littles are pets but is just gentler about it? Or does she acknowledge that it is straight up slavery?
Mackenzie is just as much of a hypocrite as Madison. This became clear to me after what happened in her bathroom, when she washed her hands in the sink while Cindy was there, scaring her to death. And then she watched with a smirk as her mother choked to death on a choke collar because she didn’t call her Mistress Mackenzie. She must have been very happy at that moment. Incidentally, she recently thought how good it was that her mother became a Little One and no longer ruled the house. But at the same time, everyone pities poor Mackenzie, who has to manage school, work, tennis, and home alone. And everyone should help her, especially Madison (though with the help and effort of her Little One parents). Although before, Cindy had been shouldering all of this, and there weren’t many willing to help.
No matter how Cindy treated the Little Ones, she never humiliated or abused her family. Yes, they had differences of opinion, but that’s normal for a family.
I’ll say it again: they’re a truly wonderful family, worthy of devouring each other.
I think you need to re-read that passage, you seemed to have enhanced it somewhat.
So are they just trying to drive Cindy towards suicide? I thought all of this was to “honor” her mom. How can she so casually bully her mom and watch her scared reaction and smile about it? Kenzie needs to maybe start giving a shit about how the person she is legally in charge of treats her slave mom, because she has taken her one support bit of support in Greg away and left her to deal with all of this alone. If someone doesn’t at least step up to parent her, she is going to grow up to be a fucking monster.
That is what her mom taught and preached and believed in. They’ve said countless times Cindy believed a little exists to be in service to its guardian.
That is what Cindy is doing and living. It’s what they have said they were doing with Cindy for 3 seasons.
I get the being in service part, but why the blatant bullying and isolation? How is that service? Like she is taking joy in her mom’s misery beyond just being a little. I thought her and her mom were close.
That’s how Cindy did things and taught. She is literally doing to Cindy what Cindy preached. She is taking verbatim her mom’s teaching and beliefs and style and applying it to Cindy.
Madison will sometimes make things nicer for Cindy. But generally it’s just taking what Cindy wanted and applying it to her. So Cindy can not like it but it’s literally what she always wanted for all littles. She just doesn’t like it applied to her. Cindy even now doesn’t believe she was wrong. She just doesn’t like it applied to her as she feels
She is above other littles.
She preached “bully and humiliate them because you are bigger and they can’t stop you”? I thought she taught that they liked doing the work for normies. Idk, it just seems like she is taking pleasure in her mom’s suffering which takes it a bit further than just little training.
Cindy never gave consideration to the feelings of littles so bullying and humiliating them isn’t possible as they aren’t people.
You are looking at this as they are people who are now small. That is not what Cindy believes.
Littles are creatures who exist to do work and serve mankind. You can’t embarrass or humiliate a horse or a cow or a chicken. You can’t embarrass your dog in a real way where he is embarrassed to be seen around other dogs.
They aren’t people to her so every consideration you are calling for Cindy never would have given to a little as they aren’t equal and never were equal full stop.
Bro, if you see your dog nervous or hurt you don’t smile and prod at him with glee lol. She is being treated lower than a dog. Also, how would that line of thought ever get as far as it did. All of those animals can’t communicate how they feel. If dogs started talking and communicating that they hated how we treated them, do you really think most people wouldn’t immediately change to comfort them? It doesn’t make sense.
You don’t have to like it but that’s
How the society is formed. Thats what she believed. Her beliefs just like real people
Don’t have to make sense to be believed.
America has a president who literally said global warming isn’t real despite the facts.
Preaches that it’s not real. Beliefs don’t have to be logical to be true they just need enough people to go along with it.
Yeah and that president isn’t controversial at all, right? That is my issue. That it seems like damn near nobody is against this treatment. That at worst they just frown and move on and don’t do anything as it doesn’t affect them.
Like, I understand believing that shit if you never see or talk to a little or even get on the internet, but the evidence isn’t exactly hard to find. Literally just ask a little and they will tell you. Climate change is a whole science that has evidence that you can find, but may be hard to understand for a lot of people, and even it is more controversial it seems than how everyone treats actual slavery.
I also wonder how Cindy preached that littles loved helping and shit as if they can’t communicate that they don’t. If that were the case wouldn’t having one tell you how miserable this all made them convince anyone who wasn’t an idiot or a monster that that is wrong? Do they think they are lying? I am genuinely confused.
I wonder what Mackenzie’s friends are like and what they thing of her parents
1) She was not meant to be a Little. – There it is, Cindy still isn’t accepting reality.
2) “Mom, what took so long? What are you doing?” Madison asked with open teenage disgust. – Geez, how fast is she supposed to answer?!!
3) “Oh my god,” Brooklyn said, instantly delighted. “Is little Cindy Wessen giving her guardian lip? That’s so funny.” – Cindy can’t win. Was her attitude that obvious?
4) Brooklyn covered her mouth, laughing. “No way. She’s doing the voice.” – Brooklyn is starting to piss me off here. (Cindy too 😁).
5) Brooklyn covered her mouth, laughing. “No way. She’s doing the voice.” – There is a practical limit to how much homework she can do in the time allotted. God forbid they hit a topic she does not excel at.
6) “Don’t get weird.” – What prompted that?
7) “Thank you, Charity,” Cindy said before she could stop herself.
Madison’s expression cooled.
Evan’s hand shifted slightly around Charity.
Brooklyn’s grin widened.
Cindy realized the mistake almost immediately.
Madison tilted her head. “Mom.”
Cindy’s pulse jumped.
She corrected herself quickly. “Thank you, Charity. I mean, thank you. Sorry, Ms. Wessen.” – I fail to see what happened here. How did Cindy mess up? The second reply is practically the same response.
8) Madison is going to hit Cindy’s limit of what she can accomplish. Besides the homework, I assume she is still doing other chores such as cleaning the sinks in both daughters’ bathrooms. Seems like she cleaned toilets as well.
9) This question was really prompted from yesterday’s episode… Is Charity aware that her bullying drove Sara to attempt suicide? Seems like that episode was kept under wraps, so Charity may not know just how bad her bullying was. If she did know, would she care?
I am confused why Kenz would allow her parents to be part of any “community “
1) Correct cindy is very much in the i’m the exception to this. I’m above these littles. You can’t compare me to the littles as this is just a cosmic mistake camp.
2)The thought behind it is Cindy is literally in the habitat with her main entertianment devices being also online devices. So Madison’s messages should be being served to her instantly. She is confused on why its ringing so long.
3)well she is more saying it because of how much cindy harped on them on littles being respectful and keeping your little in line. So Brooklyn is enjoying the fact Cindy is basically not following through on her own preaching.
4) thats reasonable. I did kind of write brooklyn or atleast try to in the same vein as how middle schoolers and can be kind of annoying
5) Well its not as much as some of its duplicated. Its not like its seperate assignments in that they are wholly different. Alot of it is just answering hte same question for each person and phrasing it slightly different when needed. Some of hte classes are different but most of them she just has to actually do the work once.
6) Its refrencing the prior line where madison is correcting her expression and body langauge, movements.
Cindy then straigtens but madison is still saying like don’t be weird as in just be normal dont make this a big thing
7) Oh thats my mistake the second one should be Ms. Charity. I will have to touchthat up. thanks.
8) Well not all her chores are daily. she only needs to do the bathrooms like once a week. The homework is the main stuff. Some things madison just does herself liek Laundry. Some kitchen things like unloading and loading dishwasher etc. Madison more has cindy and some times greg pick up crumbs on the counter as she puts away grocceries or dishes or something. Most of the tasks arent crazy .
Normally greg helps with the homework so its two people. Today is just more stressful as its just Cindy because McKenzie has Greg. But thats not a daily occurence.
9) Yeah its mentioned in Evans world or whispers i forget where but there is mention of how shes feel a bit of guilt and after the fact how she thought about apologizing but it seemed to late. I forget the exact wording but she is aware of what happened.
Thats part of why towards the end of Evan’s world season 1 she writes the letter even if sara will never see it.
Holy shit! Madison and her friends are so sadistic that they make Dayton look like an angel. Even Mrs. Harris, who despises the littles, treats them only with indifference and disdain, but treating them like captive slaves and taking pleasure in their misery is a level of cruelty that goes far beyond that.
Cindy and Greg receive the kind of treatment I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, if “Smallara” were a reality, and I don’t think even Sara would have gone that far if Charity had become her little, despite their encounter in the park, where she said that Charity wasn’t really a person, that she was just pretending to be one, and calling her “underbred” in a derogatory way.
Madison keeps them captive. She enslaves them. She deprives them of the right to wear clothes. She deprives them of the right to drink bottled water. She deprives them of the right to eat human food, even if only occasionally. She deprives them of the right to get worked up and raise their voices, or say anything she doesn’t like, at the risk of shocking them with the collar. And she does all this casually, taking pleasure in humiliating them, completely dehumanizing them, and making their lives miserable. All of this to honor the legacy of Cindy herself, who still believes in this Nazi ideology, as long as it doesn’t apply to her.
Honestly, if I were in Greg or Cindy’s shoes, I would have already lost it. I would rebel. If I had all my humanity ripped away from me like that and lived a life of constant humiliation, I’d have nothing left to lose and would disobey Madison’s orders, even if it cost me a few shocks to the neck and the loss of some privileges. She could even send me to the little ones’ training. I’d be so depressed and broken that I wouldn’t care.
If I were lucky, I’d make Madison feel some remorse, like she did in the cereal scene in Season 2. At worst, if she kept treating me so badly even though I was clearly mentally shaken, I’d seriously consider putting an end to it all.
I truly hope everything turns out well for everyone.
Cindy really needs to acknowledge that everything she believed was wrong, not just because it affected her.
Madison and her friends need to realize that, too. I hope Madison stops “mourning” her parents and realizes they’re still the same.
Mckenzie needs to reconcile with Cindy. She needs to feel loved by her mother and forgive her.
Greg needs to get his pizza rolls back. They’re his favorite snacks, for heaven’s sake!
That can wait, though. I hope there’s a long journey ahead, because I’m really enjoying this story a lot.
I agree with you. I think Kenz & Madison need to Retrain Cindy to embrace being a little and have the hole family in a relationship training with the parents accepting they need to do what their daughters ask & enjoy their lives as a little parent on their daughters shoulder. They should eat meals together, do things they did before but with the daughters in control. Ect. They could have a amazing life if the family embraced the gifts becoming a little gives instead of using Cindy’s evil teachings.
Exactly. I think what might happen is this:
Madison is going through all this nonsense to honor the legacy of the “human Cindy,” right?
But according to the belief held by the vast majority of people in this world—including Cindy herself—there never was a “human Cindy.” She had always been a little who hadn’t taken on her true form. That being the case, there’s no reason to honor the legacy of this so-called “human Cindy.”
If Cindy accepts that she’s always been a little and Madison accepts that she was conceived and raised by little parents—who’ve always loved her and who are still the same—maybe things will start to get better.
They can have a pleasant life, just like Jordan’s, if they stop this sick cruelty.
I am totally with you. I believe Sara and Jordan have achieved a happy agreement on their relationship. She still considers him a pet person but loves and respects him as family & Jordan has excepted he is not human and has a better life being Sara’s little then he did when he was big. There relationship is what all humans & littles should try to get to