How I became the main character of my life from a feeling of emptiness.
Once upon a time, there was Cinderella, an ordinary girl, not from a fairy tale.
Somewhere behind the stove, without a place to call home, she lived with distant relatives.
Unwanted, like a thorn in someone's side.
They would give her a piece of bread and say thank you; if they didn’t, she would just get by.
Somewhere behind the stove, without a place to call home, she lived with distant relatives.
Unwanted, like a thorn in someone's side.
They would give her a piece of bread and say thank you; if they didn’t, she would just get by.
Once upon a time, there was Cinderella, an ordinary girl, not from a fairy tale.
Somewhere behind the stove, without a place to call home, she lived with distant relatives.
Somewhere behind the stove, without a place to call home, she lived with distant relatives.