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Liberdade
By Elize del Prado · 03/04/18

The princess never once broke away from the rusting chains connected to her bleeding wrists; she's been bound by them since god-knows-when.

When you're trapped, it's natural to want to get out. But the princess lingered there for too long—in a cave-like place where no amount of sunshine seeps through, she lost all hope of ever getting to see the light again.

So she just naturally accepted her situation, that no one—no prince charming will ever come to her rescue; and she agonized and drowned in melancholic thoughts like a damsel in distress stuck in a lonely tower.

She spent her life there for years. Controlled, held captive by the one she called father.

Her throat clenches in unexplainable anguish as she realize that. She struggled to fight against the norm but she knew she would end up being silenced.

The father reasons with her—that the rules are there to be followed. That's common knowledge; and no one can change it, like it was some commandment set to stone.

As long as the father remained satisfied, the princess will never get hurt. He showered her with gold and all the wonders—his love was explained through huge amounts of treasures.

If life was a fairytale, mine might be told like the paragraphs aforementioned.

(Bear with me, this is my first time writing a fairytale of my own terms).

Money can solve anything, but no amount of it could ever buy you a cure for sadness.

For an eighteen year old such as I, blending in the crowd has always been the normal thing to do. Whatever pleases people, that's the right thing to do. You naturally don't want to be hated by people. You don't want to be placed in a high pedestal and be praised either. Staying in between is the right answer.

To be a crowd pleaser was what I was raised into. As long as he is happy with the kind of kid he is raising, I am okay with whatever.

But you see, disappointment is a fatal poison. Once it surges in the system, it leaves a stain that's hard to remove. People are there to be impressed. I've always valued their opinions of me rather than my own thoughts of myself. I've lived for other people's cheers. I got drunk in their praises that if one of them turned their backs on me, it'll be me begging for their attention—for them to come back to me.

I didn't want to disappoint anyone. It's painful to feel someone—or anyone, for that matter—be dismayed of me.

I was always the good daughter, the role model, the what-should-people-follow. It's all thanks to him, to the man behind Elize.

I've never once questioned the rules implicated to me by the patriarch of the family. His words had always been the steel that binds the family together. But his strict becoming was what ruined us in the end. . . and up until now, he never realized that.

And now, he's furious because I've done something that's not on the usual rules. In that house, he was god and I was supposed to follow. If all else fails, will he abandon me too? Like my mother?

I always worried about that.

Ang kamay na bakal ba sa pagpapalaki ng mga anak ang tamang daan para hindi sila maligaw ng landas? Or will detaining their freedom only cause them to rebel more? Will covering their mouths subdue their desire to shout their versions of the truth?

I defied him, anyway, even though I knew the consequences. And now I'm back to square one—trapped inside my tower again.

Liberdade. For one night—last night, I longed for it. But the spell broke at the stroke of midnight. . . in the morning, I will be bound by these chains once again.

I was the princess of my own story. But like a trapped damsel, I wished for someone to save me. But it was only up to me to save myself.

I wanted to be free.

And somehow, by some miracle, and due to some coincidence, the person I most hated stayed and helped me as I wept and realized my suppressed misery.

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