This prompt just have me some really good chills. My parents made us watch plenty of cartoons and read lots of stories to us too.
I developed genuine love for Cinderella. I remember the first day I watched Cinderella, I had just gotten home from school. My dad bought the CD plate on his way back from work. He promised me that I would love watching the cartoon but that he needed me to finish my assignments first. I hurriedly did all that i needed to do and he played the cartoon for me.
I remember vividly how much I cried for Cinderella. I didn't understand why she was being maltreated by her stepmother and stepsisters. I felt so sorry for her.
When she went for the party and met her Prince charming, my face bloomed. Oh she was so beautiful in that dress I thought.
When she finally married her Prince charming, my joy knew no bounds. Since then, I nicknamed myself Cinderella. I remember when my mum would call my name and I would refuse to answer. I even pleaded with her to rename me Cinderella. That was childish of me I guess.
This fantasy character really gave me sleepless nights. I wanted to dress like her as a child. I would tell my mother sometimes to buy me Cinderella gown. One time my mother told me that her kind of gown is sold in England and we cannot go to England now. I cried so much until I slept off.
What's not to love about Cinderella? Whoever watched Cinderella would agree with me that she possessed a kind heart. A very sweet girl who didn't look at the wickedness of her step mother and stepsisters but still served them without any grumbling or murmuring.
Do people like this still exist? She had this exceptional character and warmth that she possessed. I didn't completely understand her character as a child, but I knew she was a very good girl.
I even watched Cinderella again as an adult and I still appreciate that piece of work.
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