Literature
Princess
When she was born, I stared awestruck, and smiled deeply when her little hand gripped onto my index finger. My little princess was finally in my hands, as my queen lay exhausted on the bed.
Time flew by as she stumbled over her first steps and first words, giggling at these new experiences. Her innocent laugh wafting through the house. It wasn't long after that she was conversing with us in that childish way, and insisting that she wear her blue princess outfit wherever she went. And in my eyes, she was just that, and I treated her as such.
Years passed and she drifted away from me, constantly telling me that I didn't understand, and going