A Dialogue with Cinderella

Me: I see you there and wonder if you can hear us? You always look so beautiful in your blue ballroom gown, so perfect. I wonder what you think of my family or me for that matter.

Cinderella: I do hear everything and I truly enjoy listening to all of you daily, especially you since you spend the most time with me.

Me: Why?

Cinderella: It's just interesting to see things from a different view and to listen to the thoughts of others, but mostly I enjoy sitting here on your kitchen window sill looking at your family and hearing so many different conversations and wonder what new turns will happen today. Sort of like my personal soap opera.

Me: Well, then you must know that I stare at you too and I often wonder if there is such a thing as a fairy tale and if you were ever a real person? I know that sounds silly you are just a doll on my window sill.

Cinderella: How do you know that I am just a doll? What if I am really sort of reminder on life or what if I am whatever you want me to be?

Me: You have to be a doll or figurine whatever they call you, my daughter got you on her birthday cake as a decoration.

Cinderella: Well, that certainly does not mean I am just a doll what if each of us are specially selected to come into one's home. There may very well be a reason that I am here.

Me: I can't believe that, it sounds well, irrational.

Cinderella: Speaking to me now is rational? Well, I can tell you one thing for sure and I really mean it when I say that I am glad that I am here, it gets cold and lonely sitting in a bakery shop waiting to be selected as that special decoration to be placed on a very special cake. And to come home to a very special family.

Me: Why are you here and where were you before you joined our special family?