She knocked my door, running to my arms, crying like a baby. I do know her, all she needed is being listened in this kind of situation. I was waiting until she started talking.
"Do you still remember our childhood? The time when we consider about how a girl should grow up? I finally found the truth is cruel most of the time. Some dreams can be real just like Barbie's life, but some can't. They stay still as dreams until they lose the chance to be proven. You know, we talked about if a girl raised up properly, she will be just good, even great. I know, I realize that nothing to worry about in my life. I can live on my own feet, all the time." She was crying in the corner of my room.
"We have watched a lot kind of brides film, uh? Bride war, runaway one, bridesmaid, or something similar. We also have become another bridesmaid other time. You know how complicated it is for being a bride. Ah, you still don't know at all since you aren't married yet. But, we talk about how the brides prepare their wed, busy, hectic, stressful, because they want to see everything runs perfectly. They want to be the most beautiful person, too, at that time. That's their problem. They tend to notice every single detail for being perfect isn't an easy matter. I know, we have committed to be a simple one, but still I wanna be somebody. I wanna have my wonderful gown." She continued and I was trying to guess what is it, why should she feel sad for she has a good life, even better than mine.
"I feel like cinderella," she said.
"The one who grew unnoticed, growing in difficulties, but at least she found her charming prince." She seemed like a cynical lady. "I want to arrange all my future, in detail, just like my friends did. Take an example, when my roommate got married, she was so happily doing many things, talking with her parents, having in touch with friends, planning. She even had a long list to do, make sure all the things will be well-organized. I want to be involved although I am aware the risk of my choice, risky, gloomy. I wanna live that way. She looked at me in silent.
I only said that everybody has her own chapter of story. Being happy is simply a choice and more than that it's a right. Becoming a step daughter is not too bad, at least she still has a mother who loves her in strange way. Hmm, she is still crying in my room by the way.
