I want fairy tales, an enchanted place where fairy godmothers whisk up ball gowns and pumpkin carriages in split seconds, and the tooth fairy leaves a dollar beneath a child’s pillow.
I want forever afters, glass slippers and prince charming who goes through hell fire just to be with me. Why? _ I’m the fairest of them all.
I want gigantic castles, and the finest emperor clothing’s. Playgrounds made of ice cream, cake and candy, and buckets of gold at the end of rainbows.
Forget about the wicked witch, and the evil stepmothers. Boohoo to the big bad wolf.
Because in fairy tales, I’m guaranteed my happy ending, no matter what.