Yesterday, a little girl celebrated her sixth birthday. His father hadn’t called him and his mother continued to pretend he never existed. This mother who often read Cinderella to him at night.
A story that this little girl no longer liked, in which she no longer believed and that she no longer understood.
It was for this reason that she had invented another story, a story that resembled the stories of adults, a story with another Cinderella and with another Prince Charming.
In this story there was a prince charming who did not come back to try the other glass slipper.
In this story there was a prince charming who left the princess and her daughter in front of a coach transformed into a pumpkin.
In this story Cinderella and her daughter were forced to walk back or hitchhike. The glass slipper had found a foot to fit beautifully, and the prince had asked Cinderella to return the other shoe.
The prince lived happily and had other children but with the other princess.
Cinderella was not the boniche of her stepmother and her stepsisters since she had a job, she was not in rags since she could buy clothes.
The cities were like that, stuffed with princes fleeing to new horizons, princesses who had plenty of other pairs of shoes and little girls who no longer saw their daddy.
For her 6 years, this little girl would have simply wanted her father to come home.
Instead his mother gave him a puppy. The little girl wondered why because she had always heard her mother say that she did not like animals and that dogs were too messy.
The little girl touched the dog’s white coat, it was less soft than that of cats. The puppy was shaking and the little girl read in his pleading eyes the shame of having been abandoned. She guessed the same hole in his stomach as his, maybe even bigger because he didn’t have a dad or even a mom anymore.
He had to find a first name for him. The little girl decided to call it Pumpkin.
The little girl also thought of Snow White cooking, washing the dishes and cleaning the house of the seven dwarfs. Fortunately, Cinderella had an advantageous physique which had allowed her to come out of her miserable condition of boniche. And Rapunzel, who acted as a modern princess, defended herself, alone, but with a frying pan. Plus, she was forced to spend a lot of time brushing her huge, magical locks, maybe, but not really practical.
On the evening of her 6 years, in her bed, the little girl decided, that she would not be a princess, she would have short hair because she did not like to comb them, she would not dance in a tutu for the dance show the end of the year. At the start of the school year, she would do judo as she had always dreamed of. With a puppy, it would no longer be a question of dresses that you can’t run with, but of pants that you are allowed to get dirty.
She would talk about all this tomorrow with her mother. And for books, there is no longer any question of princess tales. Soon she would be able to read and we would have to go and see what else we could find in the media library.
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