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  • Date Submitted: 10/19/2010 08:01 AM
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My Cinderella Story
How much I wanted to live a fairy tale? Every time I heard Cinderella's story, I imagined myself in a beautiful white gown wearing delicate sandals running away from my prince, when the clock ticked twelve. I wanted to run away from him, so that he would come looking for me. I had always wanted to feel important.

I hated being ordinary. I hated being poor. Most of all, I hated being plain. Its not like no man came seeking for my hands. They did, but they were just farmers, carpenters, scholars, weavers...none were prince. I wanted only a prince who would treat me like Cinderella.

Sherry always complained that it was quite silly of me to be waiting for a prince because princes married plain girls only in fairy tales. She didn't believe in Cinderella's story. I knew she was wrong. I had a very strong feeling that my prince would come for me, very soon. She never liked when I rejected any men, so she had warned that she would tell everything to father if I rejected anyone again.

Sherry and me were friends ever since I could remember. We had played together and dreamed together. Our dreams had been same when we were young. We had wanted to be our fathers' sons. We helped them in their farms. Later, we wanted handsome men for our husbands and I wanted not just a handsome man but a prince.

I could read and write. I did even learn to dance because that is all the prince's bride does. She prinks the whole day and attend parties. Everyday would be celebration for her. I wanted to live in a similar world. I didn't want to wear cottons but silk dresses. I wanted to wear gold and diamonds. I wanted other women to die in envy when they saw me in my prince's arms.

One winter day, a traveler came seeking my hands in marriage. He was so fine a man that father accepted his proposal. When father asked for my opinion about the traveler, I had no reason to refuse. Peter, the traveler, was handsome, rich and educated. He did treat me no less than a...


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