My best friend Reyaansh calls me his princess. I feel like one too, especially when I'm wearing one of my princess crowns. Reyaansh makes them for me. He wants to be an artist, you see.
Every once in a while, Reyaansh says he has a present for me. It's a box, usually wrapped in pretty sparkly paper with a bow on top. I get a big smile on my when I see it. I tear the paper off and open the box and pull out the thin, noisy paper, and my smile gets even bigger. It's Reyaansh's latest princess crown, all for me, and it's beautiful. They're always beautiful.
Reyaansh started making princess crowns after my Mommy left. I remember watching her leave. She had a big brown suitcase. I still don't know why she didn't tell me goodbye or when she'd be home. Daddy and reyaansh says she's not coming home, but I think she will one day.
I remember when Reyaansh gave me my first crown, two years ago. I was seven..Reyaansh is 5 years older then me...I remember before I opened it, Reyaansh looked scared, like he was afraid I wouldn't like it. I loved it, and I wore it every day until he gave me the second one. I have nine now.
One of my favorite crowns has pieces of silver on it. Reyaansh gave it to me last year. I love how it sparkles in the sunlight. I've only seen it sparkle in the sunlight that comes in through the windows, though. Reyaansh won't let me take it outside. He won't let me take any of my princess crowns outside. He doesn't want them to get broken.
When I have a friend over, Reyaansh makes sure all of the princess crowns are in the crown room. That's where he keeps them safe. It's where he makes them, too. I've never been in the crown room, and I've tried but Reyaansh always keeps it locked, and I don't know where the key is....he never even allowed his parents to enter in.
I'm not allowed to show my other friends the crowns because Reyaansh thinks we'll break them or one of my friends will steal them. That's why I can't tell my friends about the crowns, either. If I do tell, he'll never make another one, and he'll throw them all away. I don't want that. I love my princess crowns.
"Hey Princess," Reyaansh says to me with his smile. He says, "I've got a present for you," and I see the box behind him on the dinner table, all sparkly with a pretty bow on top. I smile big and run over to it. I tear off the bow and the paper and open the box. I pull out the noisy, thin yellow paper until I see it, and I smile even bigger. It's beautiful.
I look in the mirror. It's beautiful. I look like a princess. I smile at my reflection. Then I look at Reyaansh, who smiles back at me. I love my Reyaansh. I'm his Princess.❤
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