"Please, just one bite, Snow angel." Her mother beckons to her with an apple. "You have to eat something."

  Head down, Snow White sits at the dinner table, trying to whistle. This is a common White family dinner time. Her mother, dressed in a cashmere sweater and designer jeans, faces Snow from across the table, who wears one type of dress continuously, and keeps her hair dark and short.

       "Snow."

She doesn't lift her head. Maybe she forgot her name, her mother thinks. Maybe she thinks it's the weather I'm talking about. Why did Rick always have to...

No, Rick had been a creative person, even if it wasn't something Mrs. White agreed upon.
She shakes her head and focuses back on the problem at hand.

     "Snow! God damn it, you haven't grown an inch in two years, and I'm certain it's due to malnutrition." Two years. When Rick walked out. Snow had been his little princess. He always called Mrs. White his queen.
Snow still doesn't  responded, but she had lifts her head and begins to smile. The unfocused look in her eye and consistent silence tells her mother one thing: Dopey is here.

Suddenly, with a scratch of her nose, the look is gone, and in its place a squint, the kind one gets right before sneezing.
     "Achoo!!!"
     "Bless you."
  Snow jumps.
      "Evil queen!"
   "Snow, eat the apple."
  Dr. Huntsman had told Mrs. White this was called Dissociative Identity Disorder. While some believe  the splits in character came from stressful situations, others think people use DID as an excuse to get away from stressful situations.
     "Achoo!"
Personalities can change with any small motion: a head shake, an itch, a cough...
    "AACHOO! Oh, excuse me dearly. Um, I'm sorry I just.." Snow blushes.
    "No need to be bashful, just take a bite."
  Snow peeks at her from under her hair. "Doc says not to talk to the evil queen."
   "Doc again?" her mother guesses at the behavior.
    "I'm not Doc....excuse me, ma'm, Evil Queen. I'm Bash.....Full of it! That's what you are."
Snow crosses her arms and a thin frown appears where she had been nervously biting before.
    "Grumpy, would you please take a bite? It's good.."
   " Looks disgusting, you witch."
     "Snow, please."
      "I won't eat snow!" the girl says stubbornly, not completely sure what she's supposed to be mad about.
   "What about a peach? Some pasta?"
     "I bet you're trying to poison me!"
    "I'm not trying to poison you."
       "Evil queen! I...."
  Snow pushes up a pair of imaginary glasses, looking around analytically. She focuses on the face across from her. Frowning, she snaps at her mother: " I see you're still here. Go on, ya wicked woman."
  Defeated, Mrs. White drops the apple on the table and plops her forehead on her hands. Tears roll down her cheeks, just as they had two years ago.
Snow, seeing this, softens her face as she pushes up the nonexistent glasses. She reaches across the table and pats her mother's shoulder.
   "There, there, queen. I'm sure you're not all bad. I mean, I'll tell the others.... to be nice. How's that?" Snow is now Happy.
  Others. There had only been 6 so far. One more.
  "I'll even take a bite of that apple," Snow continues, smile suddenly getting lazy and voice slow.
  Quickly, her mother hands her the apple. Snow reaches out with two hands, and brings it to her mouth slowly. She eats the whole thing in a matter of 2 minutes. She leans back.
       "That was a....a...", she yawns.
  Still in her chair, she begins to snore.

  Silently, her mother gets up and walks over. She picks her tiny daughter up.

  As she is carrying Snow, she watches her features soften, more like a 14 year old girl than an old little man. She had always been jealous of how quickly her daughter became beautiful. Now, she barely has time to appreciate it. She lays her down onto the bed. She wonders if they will change their last name.

For now, they will try to get back their healthy, princess Snow White.