Who we are?

“Oh, you dirty bastard, what do you want again?” the stepmother scolded, slapping the girl on the back: “You will go, but first, pick the poppy seeds clean from the ashes.” Saying this, she poured the poppy seeds into the ashes, mixed them together, and set them down before the tearful Cinderella. “Let us go, Cinderella, and we will help you.”