One Princess Story

Once upon a time there lived a girl. A girl with big dreams and a wild imagination. The girl often pretended she was a princess and her heart's desire was to one day find her prince. Full of fairy tales and fantasies her life continued. Dreams of wedding gowns and far away castles possessed her thoughts. The girl, now not so much a girl realized that her prince was really taking his time finding her. There were plenty of dragons, but no one to slay them for her. Time passed as it almost always does and there came a time for the girl to put on some armour of her own and fight back the many fire breathing dragons that encircled her. With a shield that was much too heavy and a sword that was not meant for her, she set out. She fought gallantly, and independently, and success greeted her. She returned from battle with scars on her body but pride in her heart. Upon her return she found not one but three charming princes awaiting her. The first was brave and bold, he promised to fight off all of the dragons for her. The second was handsome and hardworking, he showered her with compliments, though he cringed at her scars. The third was wealthy and witty, he told her of his many castles and promised her every luxury. Not one of the princes gained her favour that day. She turned them all down, convinced that there would be a fourth, and she waited once more. For the rest of her life she waited, but another prince never came.

Family Situation

They live in their grandma's basement. They've had it rough you could say. Sheets and laundry divide the rooms. Space is a little tight. Eight cords are plugged into the outlet. Extension cords run everywhere. The temperature sits at about 62' F in the winter. Single beds pushed together, one sleeps on a floor mattress, one sleeps on the couch. Fans run constantly to diminish the smell that emanates from the carpet and the floor itself. One car sits in the driveway, three people have to go to work. The gas meter is nearing empty, I wonder when there will be money to fill it up, or time. The family is patched and frayed, the hard times bringing out the best, but also the worst. There's been alot of the latter recently. Depression isn't a temporary condition, it's a lifestyle. Dad can't hold a job, but it's not his fault. Mom's job doesn't pay the bills. Grandma's helped too much already, and two teenage boys have been through way too much. They haven't exactly grown up though, they've tried almost everything, and I wonder how that will effect their lives later. If they lean on each other they all fall, if they stick it out on their own, they fall apart. They're just your average family, with extraordinary dreams that have been put on hold. Aspiring musicians, passionate missionaries, talented, loving, striving individuals. The plastered smiles, the rehearsed answers. The bible verses are posted throughout the house. Their only hope, God where are you now? Help your children.