I'm Cinderella's Stepmother

I hate a flower called the white lotus.

I hate a person called Mary Sue.

I'm Cinderella's stepmother, and I can't stand Cinderella's excessive kindness.

When winter came, she said she was worried the big tree would be cold, so she insisted I cover it with a blanket. I put up with it.

When summer came, she said she was worried the flowers and grass would get too hot, so she made me hold an umbrella over them all day. I put up with that, too.

Then one day, I fell asleep in a chair. She woke me up, saying she was worried the chair was tired. I said, “Cinderella, please, just give me a break.”