it must be hard, a daddy's duty... to build a sturdy fortress and then dig a moat so deep and as wide as the longest draw bridge to protect his daughter.... it must be even more painful to watch his daughter grow up in the sheltered castle... and then, many times more to lower the draw bridge and show her the real world... and how that pales in comparison to the world she grew up in...
i cant help but feel upset and angry that the world i am living in is so terrible and worst still... so terribly real.
i know i shouldnt be complaining, oh me, of the princessy-spoiltbrat girl... who manages to grow up with everything her little heart desired. lollies, ring-pops, ribbon and bows, dresses with matching sling bags... pumpkin patch dolls, barbies and dollhouses to go with them all..
But... how painful it is.. to realise so late... that the world i used to grow up in is all make believe...
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