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In the back of Mama's closet before it was remodeled were those pictures from a hundred years ago with smiling faces that I didn't know that had some how been so important before i was even thought of. That weird wood thing with those shapes I didn't understand and the funny hair and costumes and the timeless faces that never change. But none of it was frozen because each has a memory and a story to be told and heard and thought about by a little girl. A fairy tale set on the plains of sweet sisters and laughter and silly things that I hoped I would see one day. Oh I found many friends many "sisters" you could say who made me into a lady the woman I barely recognize. But I sat with bated breath for years waiting for my time to come for that real life fairy tale to begin. So I could live out those pictures too. I always knew I would wear letters and bows and a big bright smile because of those pictures in the closet. But I didn't know that I would be dreaming about telling my little girl the very same tale I heard once upon a time.
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
Real Life Fairy Tale
In the back of Mama's closet before it was remodeled were those pictures from a hundred years ago with smiling faces that I didn't know that had some how been so important before i was even thought of. That weird wood thing with those shapes I didn't understand and the funny hair and costumes and the timeless faces that never change. But none of it was frozen because each has a memory and a story to be told and heard and thought about by a little girl. A fairy tale set on the plains of sweet sisters and laughter and silly things that I hoped I would see one day. Oh I found many friends many "sisters" you could say who made me into a lady the woman I barely recognize. But I sat with bated breath for years waiting for my time to come for that real life fairy tale to begin. So I could live out those pictures too. I always knew I would wear letters and bows and a big bright smile because of those pictures in the closet. But I didn't know that I would be dreaming about telling my little girl the very same tale I heard once upon a time.
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
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