Story of My Life

Disneyland

We started off for Disneyland. Got into a cab and I started talking to mom about how she thinks I’m still a child and I’m still immature and stuff like that. It was pretty irritating. And my father always supported her.

“MOM!!! ENOUGH of it. I don’t want to talk about this.”

“How dare you talk to your mother like that?” Dad said, “Don’t you know how hard she works to give you a good life?”

“A good life?” I said, “ It’s miserable.”

“If it’s miserable and you don’t want to live with us, why don’t you part ways with us right now?”

“I am your daughter.” I sobbed.

“So try to behave like that.” my mom interrupted with her eyes wide open, like she wants to swallow me with her eyes, “You are nothing if we decide to leave you on your own. All the luxuries you get are because your dad pays for them.”

“Isn’t it the same for you?” I blurted out and realized that it was too late.

“ALYSSA!!”

“We there, sir. Your Deezneeelund” said the cabbie, who seemed kind of bored listening to us argue with each other. My parents got down swiftly. I was gloomily struggling out of the front seat.

I looked up to see a big billboard. The Weeknd was coming to Tokyo for a gig which dated tomorrow. Not so interested in it, I don’t like him anyway. We walked around a bit before entering. Once we entered, I was moderated by the crowd. I kept up with my parents till we reached the castle.

The castle, it was the castle of my dreams when I used to be a child. I used to dream of my Prince Charming. How he’ll take me away from Mommy-Daddy and their late night conversations that could be heard in my room. It kept me awake and I used to envy them of their relationship. I wished to have a relationship much more real and intimate than they had. I wanted my Prince to come and take me to the castle of my dreams.

Looking at it now didn’t arouse any such feeling in me. I knew it wasn’t possible. I knew it. Being chosen by a Prince whose name itself says he’s charming and me on the other side, an average girl whose only quality is fighting with her parents, any person who doesn’t know my story would say there’s less chances. Be it less. Anything could happen.