I suppose I should start by writing a bit about myself.
I’m Michelle. I was born on the 4th of July, and almost exactly a year behind Emilyn. (Same birthday as Malia Obama, in fact.) As a Cancer, I was very shy, very bookish as a child. I was that kid who liked to blend in the background, and…
As girls we had always dreamed of a fairytale; those of a lost glass slipper, sleeping spell, love’s fate, and a climatic kiss to revenue the story. It has all been said before. Fairytales were a fictional aspect of love. However, as we grew into women, we let the stories fade as fantasy. As girls we played our stories out in Barbie dolls and we poured our hearts in the pictures we drew: blue clouds, a sun placed at a far distance at the corner of the blank piece of paper, a purple castle at the center of paper, a prince in white, and a girl in a long dress next to him. We completely fell in love with every rendition a prince in a castle on clouds; a knight in shining armor to our rescue when we are lost. We dreamt of a once upon and a happily ever after ever since we got to dress up as a princess for Halloween. We were all naïve girls. We dreamed of dreams in our dreams of a fairytale of our own – it was always a dream.