I’m Meg , and I’m twenty years old, I live in England as one of queen Elizabeth’s servants. As far as I know, the Queen has had me working for her since I was in diapers, I can’t remember a day without her. I don’t know my parents like all the other servants do. Although in some ways that might be easier. I don’t miss my relatives constantly, nor do I miss family customs. There are only five servants under the age of twenty five, we earn a lot of money for our families, but not a lot. All of the Queen’s servants earn about $20,60 per year. The Queen is nice to all of us, but she is sometimes extra nice to me. The Queen calls all of her other servants by their titles, however she refers to me as Meg. Queen Elizabeth has always treated me differently, maybe she feels like I’m her child, but I’m definitely not! Maybe the Queen and I could be related by a great aunt-or something… Now that I think more about it, the queen always acts differently when I’m around. It’s almost like she’s hiding something.