To My Daughter:

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To My Daughter: Phoebe, I wanted you to have my dairies so that you could learn what it was like after I married the prince and everything that came after that. To be honest, I’m a bit ashamed to share my diaries with you because I was only 19 years old when I started writing them. I had little schooling and my over exaggeration on my emotional state sometimes fell into the realm of histrionics. But as I grew older, I slowly began to mature. But I’m not perfect. I have said and done things that I regret, but I choose to admit my mistakes, embrace them and over time have become a better person. When I look back at how innocent I was, I have to smile. I loved with abandon. I gave my heart all away to someone who could never be there for me. I’ve learned so much since then, but I don’t want to ruin the story for you. It’s better if you read it all on your own. I give these diaries to you freely and ask that you keep them secret. I hope and pray that you learn from them by seeing where I started out, who I grew up to be and then better understand the choices I’ve made. Through it all, I hope you know that I love you. You are the light of my day and whatever may have happened, I am always thankful that I had you. History will not be kind to me for what I have done, but please understand, I tried so hard to make it on my own. And even until today, with all that you think may be lost, I still love you. With unending love, Cinderella
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