There are four types of people: Those who care, those who pretend to care, those who are caring by nature, and those who don't care at all.
When my parents died, I lost everything. They came and took everything from me and shipped me off to boarding school. When I came back, I had nothing, no one, and no where to go.
That's when I met her. She came to me like a fairy god mother, and led me to my prince. I guess you could call this my Cinderella story.
I know what it's like to be invisible, and in the end you might just be noticed so don't lose hope.
Based on my life;
Some fairytales exist, They just might not always have the ending you want but it is a happy ending.
Here's my cliché story with a not so cliché ending😊