Nora's Diary

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Princesses were supposed to be born pretty with silver spoons in their mouths so what kind of princess is born ugly and poor at the same time?
Could this be a dream? Or I've been switched from birth?
If yes, can someone tap me already? I am not liking this scene.
I walked up to an old and dirty throne dressed in rags and broken slippers.
No, it wasn't some kind of a nightmare, though I rather wished it was.
Mama called out to me three times, I responded once.
I was furious at my parents for the life they chose for me.
What kind of a princess did they make out of me?
Could it be they were lieing to me all along? Was I really who they said I was? I couldn't believe my eyes.

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At the next call, I blurted out of anger.
Why exactly was I angry? That my parents couldn't afford the life I so desired or wanted?
That my mom called me a princess because to her I truly was one.
That my dad did everything he could to give me a better life? Yet I was blinded by my craving desire?
Why was I angry at my poor parents who struggled to give me the life that wasn't best yet wasn't so bad either?
What got into me to behave that way?
I know I was wrong and I regretted my reaction and how I treated my parents for the things they couldn't get me.
I wanted to make it up to them in a way I thought was the best and that was taking up the challenge to make meaning out of life, not just for my sake but for my parents.
And that is becoming wealthy someday.
Nora's Diary...

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Still your baby girl ;)

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             9 November 2021
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                Tuesday