Looking out my small window, past our small yard and wooden fence, and into the streets, I didn't know what to feel. The shop I once visited, and filled my mouth with sweet treats, was now slowly burning to the ground. People ran up and down the streets shouting things I didn't understand. Cars were broken into, setting off the alarms. A small child sat on the sidewalk, his tear stained face was blotchy, and his eyes were empty. I stepped away from the window not wanting to see anymore. My parents were out on holiday, and there was nowhere else for me to go. I sat at the edge of my bed; and cried. Why is this world filled with chaos? Why are the minds of adults so corrupted? I stood and walked to my window, threw it open, and shouted.
"Why is earth filled with such madness?!"
At that moment I heard the door downstairs fly open, feet stomped up the stairs and towards my bedroom. I sat on the ground, knowing that there was no more hope, and I surrendered to the wrath of the world.
The wife of this story fits the archetype of the wicked stepmother. It is actually mentioned that she is the stepmother of Hansel and Gretel, but she is also cruel and mean to them.
When the family faced difficulties to procure daily bread, she proposes her husband to abandon their children in the forest to solve the problem. She is also cruel with Hansel when he said he was looking at his little white cat.
The wife is neither ingenuous nor a warrior.
