lovely cinderella had a tough time growing up - it wasn't a lot of fun being housemaid to her aunt and cousins. in fact, today's housemaid would never have to tolerate the behaviors cinderella dealt with constantly - manipulation, misuse, cruelty, emotional abuse, physical challenge, etc.
and yet it never spoilt her, because her heart was a tender lily, delicate and fresh and carefully protected by surrounding green shades. though she toiled and sweated, she never failed to recognize the beauty and wonder around her, the birds, the sun, the flowers, the cat, etc. she had fairies, and birds that followed directions, all the forest animals smiled, she was never ever alone. and there was the fairy godmother, who always remained hidden until absolutely needed in a triage situation or something.
she was sweet-natured in spite of circumstances that likely could have produced a bitter child. her cousins intrusions would momentarily interrupt her dream - they noticed and enjoyed upsetting the micro-expression of peace and delight she held consistently while enjoying such small things as the grooves in the planks on the floor as she scrubbed them, the shapes and popping noises of the bubbles, her own thought which could go anywhere and be anything. but her expression was only child-like and startled, never angry or frightened, and her eyes would instantly melt back into a joyful expression as soon as she made eye contact.
this the family found rather amusing and greatly helpful, her nature was such that they needn't watch over their own faults - she would never even seem to see anyones so-called faults - they could behave in any way they chose around her, and her aunt and cousins, being somewhat unenlightened, chose to be hell-on-wheels pompous bitches, well maybe they didn't choose it, maybe it's just how they were. obviously you can be more colorful if you control the riches. circus pink as opposed to earth tone, well, dust, really. Real rubies, emeralds and so on as opposed to no accessories except an apron.
this never troubled cinderella as she fed the chickens and they scattered at her feet, milked Daisy Bell, the cow, and churned the butter. she loved the big pockets of her apron, she would find small treasures in the fields or in the barn, and those pockets were invaluable for keeping things secure and well-hidden. neither her aunt nor her cousins would ever dream of putting their hands in her filthy pockets.
so anyway, that is how it was with cinderella last time i checked which was yesterday, she was just blessed with curiosity and good will i suppose. circumstances notwithstanding, magic things happen repeatedly and she gets way more than she ever wanted but seems to just flow along accepting it graciously - a good story, cinderella, love 'ya.
