My childhood... fairy tales, stuff toys and the like.

When I was a lil girl bout seven years old, I used to sleep at my grandmother's room. She would read me stories about fairies and princesses and fantasies. So I imagined life like that tragedy or sad at first but in the end there are happy endings and weddings and castles. Well, except about the story of the little mermaid of course not the Disney version but the true version where the mermaid did die. But nevertheless, I thought life would be that simple, like Rapunzel, or Cinderella, or that girl who wore face mask just to hide from her parents, the king and queen. My grandmother who just passed away last year was very religious as well, after reading me bedtime stories; she would reach for her rosary and began her three times a day novena. I can still picture her holding her rosary and praying but not only that whenever I hear a rosary being held or the certain sound of beads clashing I would remember her... Funny thing about my grandmother is that she's always in the kitchen. She spends her quality time cooking and well, I really can't recall the rest but she always have something to do in the kitchen. It was her territory.  She was a good cook, my grandma. But she never teaches me how to cook, she would be furious whenever I am there watching her do her thing since our dirty kitchen isn't that spacious, she hates being interrupted or people around her territory unless it's feeding time. So I mostly spend my leisure time talking and playing with my stuffed toys... alone.
I wasn't a sad child, I have a sister. But you know how big sisters are they bully you and leave you to play with other big kids on the block. I am not saying we don't get along, we do. I even cried when she had this boyfriend of hers and decided to move out.  We have fights like real enemies and we have bonding like perfect sisters.
I love watching movies and TV series when I was a kid since, I WAS a kid. I even feel like when I watch a movie, like I am a part of it. But when the ending comes, well, my being part of it also ends.
You might say my life as a kid was that of the average. I go to school, come home, work on homework and watch hell lots of TV. Nothing special... but as you keep on reading my stories you will find my life very "little Mermaid" full of tragedy but also full of love.
My grandma never did teach me how to cook, or pray the rosary or how to clean the house. Just like she never told me what real life was all about that life isn't that of the fairy tales she used to tell. But one thing she teach me that I could never ever will forget, when you feel so weak, look at those who loves you and you will feel stronger than ever.  She was widowed at a young age like me and all that she did cling on up until she died was my mom...