Musings of Those Who 'Lived Happily Ever After'
Once upon a time…
In a memory kept locked away…
She remembered…
Living with her father – it was a little lonesome at times but she was happy…
Learning her father was marrying…
And later finding out the wife was nowhere near what she had imagined…
The lovely, kind older sisters who she would idolise…
Were the complete opposite – cruel, demeaning, vain, shallow…
Working from dawn til dusk, non-stop, a never-ending mountain of work…
Then a miracle… A fairy godmother, a dance, a prince, a marriage…
But sometimes she missed…
The house she grew up in…
The work which could be pleasant at times…
Everything that reminded her of her father…
And above all, a family she could relate to…
For she knew her stepsisters were not originally cruel…
When they were all tiny they were friends and played together…
Yet this new life bored her…because she was not free…
Being waited on hand and foot…
No freedom… rather a life full of rules and etiquette and stereotypes…
The palace walls were not there to keep peasants out…
Instead they were there to keep her in…
To keep her trapped within this mundane life which the peasants envied…
Because she didn't know what she had til it was gone… Forever…
