Prologue
Fairytales were my most favorite thing to be read at bedtime when I was young. I would cuddle with a doll that was given to me at birth in my then pink princess bed. Every night until I was eight my father would read me my most favorite story, Cinderella. Her life after her mother and fathers' death started out rough. Being made to clean the house from top to bottom, sewing ugly dresses for the horrible stepsisters, and being made to do many other things in and out of the house. But it always brightened my night when her fairy godmother came and turned her into a beautiful princess for the ball. Only if it was just for a few hours. I would react the same when she got to marry her prince charming in the end. That's when I always fell asleep cuddling my doll.
As the years passed, I started to feel like Cinderella, but my father was still alive, and no prince charming to call my own. When my father was away on business, he didn't know of the harshness I had endured with my stepmother's abuse. But the days he was home, she acted like everything was perfect, and that she loved me, even though she didn't. I hope one day I can come out and tell him the truth and to also find my prince charming to marry in the future.