I had a princess and the frog moment today.
I was sitting in my favourite restaurant with my dad (we only go once a year at most because it’s REALLY expensive) and he’s talking about where my favourite dish comes from. It’s an area in northern Italy called “the Cinque Terre” a place so special that they don’t allow tourism.
And then he looked over to me and with the most intense look I’ve ever seen on such a passive man said “I’ll take you one day”.
I think I almost burst into tears at that point because I had an almost premonition…
Myself alone standing at the gates of this beautiful city, wishing my father could’ve been there.
I felt like Tiana, finally buying the old factory that her and her father had dreamed about making into a restaurant for so long.
And I really hope he can take me, because so many broken promises are made in everyone’s life, promises have become as cheap as love and I just wish that one day I will think back on that moment with fulfilment.
But today’s not the day, but it doesn’t matter because I’ll wait.
I’ll wait for him, or maybe one day I’ll take him instead.