Cinderella

I love Cinderella stories, where the girl is poor but happily content with her life but an arrogant, rich boy comes along and overturns her world. But the boy subtly is also changed by the girl and they fall in love with a happy ever after.

Like many other girls, I've dreamed of getting swept away by prince charming. As overrated as that sounds, there's a reason its overrated. It's more of a common ground for girls than an overrated subject. A lot of us await the day of finding our true love, getting married to him, having kids and living happily ever after just like Cinderella.

Some versions of the Cinderella story have been morphed into a different version. Some Cinderellas, or in a more teenagerish word - gold diggers, search for the rich prince, whose money will make her happy. Other Cinderellas don't need a prince but just a man who will think she is the most beautiful woman that ever existed. And yet there are Cinderellas that find their prince in work and independence.

But I feel like I was already born as a rich Cinderella. I feel like I was born as the Cinderella who is already married to the prince. I have a home, not just a house. I have food to eat every day. I have a mom and dad who toil the entire day to cough up some money for us. I have sisters who never hate me no matter how mad I get or how much I ignore them. I have friends who stay by my side even when I hit them for no reason and I act like a loser. I have a dog who is always happy to see any his family members and has more energy the more his forgetful family doesn't pet him. Of course, Cinderella is probably much more determined and kinder than I am but I am just as lucky as her.

Some people were born as the Cinderella from the story. She lost both her father and mother, the people who truly loved her. She was alone in her home and had only a bed and maybe a desk in her room. She swept the floors as her step family scorned her for no reason and searched desperately for any way to make her life even more miserable. But I don't think Cinderella waited for her prince. She never complained about her family but sang instead. When she had no friends, she befriended the animals outside her window. And because of her kind heart, she had a fairy godmother and life presented her with the opportunity to finally bloom. No one is born into this world alone no matter how dark it seems now.

Cinderella ended her story when she married the prince. Good thing only fairy tales have endings.

At one point in our lives, a lot of us will be just as rich, if not richer, than Disney's classic princess, Cinderella. We have a loving family she never had. We have loving friends she never had. And our own love awaits us, the only thing she ever had.

A love without memories or sincerity is poor.

I am already rich.