Pass the Hangers

CHAPTER ONE

PASS the HANGERS Copyright ©2019
Anesu Moyo

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On one of the few days that my mother read my sister and I a bed time story when we were young, she taught me a very important lesson that I still remember to this day.That day she decided not to read the story from a book, she decided to give us a story from the top of her head. I remember my curious nine year old self, neatly tucked into a purple blanket and Megan was tucked into her bright pink one. My mother was sitting on the edge of my bed, smiling at the both of us as she told the story. She used her hands and moved her hair occasionally as she told us of how the prince fell in love with the maiden from the poorest family in the village. She told us of how the prince turned down all the other maidens and chose the poorest of them all. She told us of how he only had eyes for her and how he only saw her and no one else in the room.

Megan wanted to be a poor maiden for months after that story, hoping that a prince, probably from her class would notice her. That was all before she learnt that boys had worms and made girls sick. While Megan was working her way down the ladder, I was trying to get answers in my head. Did the other maidens that were turned away ever find love or they settled for the rest of the boys that were not mentioned in the story? Was the prince the only boy in the kingdom who had love because they never talked about anyone else in the kingdom being in love. Did you really have to be poor or at a disadvantage to find love? What happened if you had everything growing up, would you then, in that situation become the prince and have to look for your poor maiden? All those questions were to be answered twenty one years later, I should not have troubled my young brain with all those questions.

It has been two months since I walked out of my now ex-fiance Gordon's house. Gordon Rowan, the man I thought was my prince from the story turned out to be nothing like the prince from the story. Maybe he was the prince from the story and I was just not the maiden from the poorest family in the village. I was part of the other maidens from the village whom the prince had not found interesting enough to marry. Gordon found another maiden, I am not sure if he found a poor maiden or if he moved to another one of the maidens he would not marry. After two failed relationships and a ring, I knew one thing for sure, I was definitely not the poor maiden. I was the one the prince refused to marry all the time. For me, true love does not exist. We settle for the boys that are not mentioned in the story, the unimportant boys and the rejected maidens, what a story.