Disclaimer: The movie and book plot do not belong to me. I just own my own
storyline.
AN: Just a little scene randomly inspired while I was doing chores. It
tells the story of our most disliked lady and one reason why she became who
she became.
"The Title Relinquished"
He was my father
And he loved me much
Every day after school and chores
We would meet to have dinner
In the quiet pantry
Mother had died a few years back
And since he no longer
Had his queen
I became his princess
He would tell me in a voice
As if I we grown-up
"Well, Miss Minchin,
Are you still your father's princess?"
And I would smile
An angelic smile
That told him all the loving words
He wished to hear
That could not be voiced sincerely
I grew older
And learned to sew
And all other things a proper society girl
Should know
But he was my father
And he wanted to teach me
All the things a proper boy
Should know
So I learned to do
All those things
My favorite was by far
Fishing in the rapids
Where we were sure to catch some rocks
So we went there
Week after week
Month after month
Every time he would ask
"Are you still my princess?"
And I would reply with words
"Yes, Father. I am your princess
And I love you very much"
Then I would kiss him
On the cheek
And tell him I loved him
While he return it with an affectionate chuckle of
"My little princess"
Then one day
We went fishing
A father and his princess
A father and his daughter
Arm in arm
Out to conquer the rapids
In a most unlady-like way
This time he leaned
Over the side of the boat
To push the raft
Away from the rock
And fell
I do not think he meant to fall
It's just that he did
He did not think twice
About the consequences
Everyone would face
So he let everything go
And soon it seemed
He was drowning
The black waters around him swirled
Deeper and deeper
I knew he could swim
But this time I had a feeling
A strange, uncanny feeling
That he wasn't trying
To stay afloat
I tried to reach out to him
And told him anxiously
"Grab my hand, Father!"
Even then I knew it was futile
He seemed to recoil
From my outstretched arm
So I tried again
"Father, please!
For your little princess!"
But the glint in his eye
Told me he'd had enough
Of something
Everything, perhaps
And he sank to the depths
Of the murky, rapid water
And with him sank
The mysterious reason he had given up
And the words he'd spoken most often
After that
I never wanted to be
His little princess
Again.
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storyline.
AN: Just a little scene randomly inspired while I was doing chores. It
tells the story of our most disliked lady and one reason why she became who
she became.
"The Title Relinquished"
He was my father
And he loved me much
Every day after school and chores
We would meet to have dinner
In the quiet pantry
Mother had died a few years back
And since he no longer
Had his queen
I became his princess
He would tell me in a voice
As if I we grown-up
"Well, Miss Minchin,
Are you still your father's princess?"
And I would smile
An angelic smile
That told him all the loving words
He wished to hear
That could not be voiced sincerely
I grew older
And learned to sew
And all other things a proper society girl
Should know
But he was my father
And he wanted to teach me
All the things a proper boy
Should know
So I learned to do
All those things
My favorite was by far
Fishing in the rapids
Where we were sure to catch some rocks
So we went there
Week after week
Month after month
Every time he would ask
"Are you still my princess?"
And I would reply with words
"Yes, Father. I am your princess
And I love you very much"
Then I would kiss him
On the cheek
And tell him I loved him
While he return it with an affectionate chuckle of
"My little princess"
Then one day
We went fishing
A father and his princess
A father and his daughter
Arm in arm
Out to conquer the rapids
In a most unlady-like way
This time he leaned
Over the side of the boat
To push the raft
Away from the rock
And fell
I do not think he meant to fall
It's just that he did
He did not think twice
About the consequences
Everyone would face
So he let everything go
And soon it seemed
He was drowning
The black waters around him swirled
Deeper and deeper
I knew he could swim
But this time I had a feeling
A strange, uncanny feeling
That he wasn't trying
To stay afloat
I tried to reach out to him
And told him anxiously
"Grab my hand, Father!"
Even then I knew it was futile
He seemed to recoil
From my outstretched arm
So I tried again
"Father, please!
For your little princess!"
But the glint in his eye
Told me he'd had enough
Of something
Everything, perhaps
And he sank to the depths
Of the murky, rapid water
And with him sank
The mysterious reason he had given up
And the words he'd spoken most often
After that
I never wanted to be
His little princess
Again.
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