My name is Buttercup. I grew up in the land of Florin.
I was raised as a milkmaid with
my father and mother. My father sells milk that the dairy cows produce that our
farm boy tended. I suppose the only reason why people still choose our milk is
all due to the farm boy.
Well I fell in love with my farm boy, Winston. He’s very handsome and every girl agrees. I would taunt him when I was younger. Tell him what to do and such. He would also reply, “As you wish.” or so I thought. When he told me that he was leaving to America my feelings confronted him and it ended up that he loved me too. Well he ended up leaving me but promised to one-day return. So when I heard news that he had died by pirates I stopped eating and hid in my room.
This picture was taken of
Winston and I just before he left for America