My Cinderella.
One night before going to bed (reason why she’s in pyjamas), the little girl saw my gold shoes inside my closet. She insisted on wearing them and later asked me to make her wear a dress – any dress. She was Cinderella – according to her. I was asked to pretend to be Prince Charming (duh!) and ask her to dance. Oh diba?
She was even the one who asked me to take a picture of her, would you believe?
Here she is.
