I Am Cinderella and Her Stepmother

I hate a flower called white lotus. I hate a person called Mary Sue. I am Cinderella's stepmother, and I hate Cinderella who is too kind. When winter came, she said she was afraid that the big tree would be cold, so she asked me to put a quilt on the big tree. I endured it. Summer is here, and she said she was afraid that the flowers and plants would be hot, so she forced me to hold an umbrella for the flowers and plants for a day, which I tolerated. Until one day, I fell asleep on the chair, and she woke me up, saying that the chair was tired. I said, Cinderella, please let me go.