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 ...view middle of the document...
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 princess and he was quite a prince himself, but only in his manners and appearance. He ruled no land. He owned no kingdom. He had no servants, guards and palace.
He bought me a wedding dress that was made of silk. We spent many evenings together walking in the park, while he told me about his family and business. He let me speak. He did listen to me. He showed interest in my interests. He bought me books to read. He complimented my beauty and gave away gifts. He was very kind to father and they got along fine.
It seemed like my fairy tale was ending. If I did marry Peter, I could no more wait for my prince. I feared that Sherry's opinion about princes was right. They married plain girls only in tales. I still didn't want to give up. If my prince was not coming to me then I decided I would find him. I left when father was still in his bed. I love father very much but more than that, I hate the world I live in.
The sun hadn't raised yet and the village was still asleep. The road I chose was harsh and wild, but it was exciting. I was thinking what would I tell to my prince when I find him. I was hopeful I would find him but couldn't stop myself from thinking what if I don't. I didn't want to fail because I couldn't go back to father. Peter wouldn't want to marry a girl who had left him few days before the wedding day.
I almost died in fear when I felt like someone was following me. I hid behind a tree trunk and peeped to see who it was. I couldn't see anyone. I guess no one was following me, it was all in my imagination. I was day dreaming a lot those days.
Peter caught me all of a sudden and asked, "Where are you going, love?"
I couldn't think of an answer. I stood there, staring at him. I couldn't believe he had come behind me. I was out seeking for my prince and I found one.