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Sometimes we don’t realize how powerful the words of our parents are until we are adults and able to reflect on our childhoods. Unfortunately, for many adults they also in that same realization come to the conclusion that their parent(s) words affected them in a negative way. This fairytale begins like some we know, a balcony, a castle and some sort of princess figure. What is fake soon turns real when this teenage girl realizes that is the reality, she created in her head to avoid what was real, that her father had left when she was five and that her mother hates her and blames her for everything that has gone wrong in her life. In her reflection she talks about the night her father left, making sure she was old enough to remember him and for her to know how beautiful and perfect she was. But it is in the hateful words of her mother that over the course of her childhood transformed her into a teenager that drank, did drugs and spent as much time at other people’s houses as possible. The negative words of people we love matter, they have a lot of weight and sometimes when they are coming from a parent, they scare us for many years to come. A coming-of-age story about how negative words can affect us as much as physical abuse can. Both come with lasting consequences. But this young woman was forced to grow up fast and when it was time to say goodbye to her mother, she found that her father kept his promise, showing up on her eighteenth birthday hoping they can pick up where they left off. It may be difficult to understand the power what we say has, but in the eyes of a child their parents are the first people they trust, and words of hate can linger a lifetime.

Light of a Fairytale

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  • I grew up in a fairytale. An Alice in Wonderland of sorts. Bright and beautiful and it seemed as if everything I wanted was right in front of me. From the outside of my beautiful castle looking in, everyone had a reason to think that what I had was everything they wanted. I stood on the balcony high above everyone admiring below me. I would open my shades at the break of morning and almost dance outside so that I could look out over the forest and the animals and breathing fresh air every day. I would sit on my balcony and read whatever dream it was that I wanted to come true on that day. Then when I looked to the left, I saw the clouds coming in and the forest began to burn down and turn into dark ash and my castle started to fall and as I landed on the ground, I realized that not only was I not Alice, but there was no Wonderland, no castle, and in that moment, there wasn’t even any sunlight. Peering over a vast wilderness now full of nothing but darkness I realized that was my reality. The reality that I had grown up in, a fairytale turned into darkness.

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