Chapter Thirty Six

Cinderella

Like every little girl I wanted to be a Disney Princess when I grew up, I watched every Disney film and dreamed of finding my Prince Charming. My Father loved the fact I was a petite blonde haired green-eyed beauty, [Not my words, his] He would dress me up and take photos of me posing as my favourite Princess Cinderella, [I changed my favourites like other girls changed their clothes] My Mother had died giving birth to me, [Please don’t be sad for me, I never knew her and my Father never blamed me, he loved me unconditionally] so it was just him and me and I did not miss out on anything he made sure of that, he loved me enough for both for them. Like every other proud Daddy, my Father posted his pictures on his social media pages showing me off to his friends. By sheer chance, a professional photographer saw them and contacted him arranging for us to go and do a proper photography shoot at his studio. Afterwards, he told my Father I was a natural and the camera loved me, I