In another life

A fairytale always has a happy ending, even when you're offered with a poisonous apple, or even when you're all alone with a hungry wolf. The storyline does not matter, because in the end, the princess gets to be with the prince, and live happily ever after. Now, when we were kids, we were only told the good sides of the world, the merits. However, just when you reign your teenage kingdom, pardon me, when your HORMONE reigns your teenage kingdom, life becomes full to you. All of a sudden, life is hauntingly ghastly, what with all the problems you have at home, school, office. Relationships become important to hold on, educations made harder due to the competitive strains in the human-lings' gene pool. 20 years of my life, I haven't seen any real fairytale. Well, until recently. Unfortunately, I can't describe the situation with mere words, let alone those computed into this blog, but, imagine, Cinderella. Someone who's worked hard to please her mother. Someone who has always dreams about marrying her prince, to own a family. But, it seems like a dream which stays as a dream, a dream that many has dreamt, that you don't think it's possible anymore. Cinderella is now owned by, err, not much of a prince, but he'll do. And let's just say her mother had a lot of "what ifs".