My favourite fairytale? I have not heard or told a fairytale in ages, how refreshing. I think I still remember a certain fairytale I was told in secret by Tess, one of our help, when I was a child. She said me playing outside all the time reminded her of it.
"Once upon a time, there lived a poor little girl on the streets.
She was born in the streets, raised in the street, and grew up in the streets. She did not have a mother, or a father, or a sibling. Yet, the poor little girl was never alone, and had never been!
Instead of a mother, she had Jeremaiah. Jeremaiah was old, very old, but his smiles were warmer than the sun, and even though he couldn’t walk that well anymore, he always made sure everyone in their little family was as fine as they could be.
Instead of a father, the poor little girl had Liss and Rool, two very large, very busty woman, who had never married, and always argued, but it was too obvious they loved each other more than anything in the world.
Instead of a sibling, the poor little girl had Nikolay and Harner, Ulma and Kieran, Oona and Zia, and so many more - because the poor little girl was not the only poor little child, there were many, many more with her, younger and older ones.
In the same city, just a few houses away, there lived a rich little princess.
She was born in the castle, raised in the castle and grew up in the castle. She did have a mother, and a father, and yet, the rich little princess was always alone!
Instead of her mother, she only saw the maids, who clothes her, bathed her, and cared for her.
Instead of her father, she only saw her teacher, who taught her reading, taught her writing, and taught her how to be a lady.
Instead of a sibling - there was no one. The rich little princess was the only child in the whole big castle.
The rich little princess was so alone, that she would sit at her open window each day, watching all those people outside. At first she had been disgusted - how dirty they were, how smelly! But then she saw something else. Whenever she looked down at the family, there was always something going o, and whenever she looked down, they were always smiling.
Each and every day, the princess would watch them, alone in her big room, her parents never to be seen, and the servants just doing their job - until it was enough. One day, the rich little princess stepped out of her window onto the roof, walked over it carefully, slid down the raindrain, and when she arrived on the ground of the street, her pretty dress dirty, the family of homeless stared at her.
The princess was afraid, what was she going to do now? She hadn’t thought this through. But before she said anything - the poor little girl spoke.
"Amazing!", it said, and looked at the dirty princess, "I have never seen anyone do something that dangerous with such ease!", it said with admiration. Then Liss and Rool spoke: "You are the girl always sitting at the window." "Does nobody care for her? What horrible beings!" "Too rich and busy for their own daughter?", they nagged. Then Jeremaiah hushed them all quiet.
"Why are you down here, child?", he said, and the warmth of his smile lay in his voice.
"I want to become part of your family.”, the rich little princess said, her heart pounding in fear, looking down at her shoes. Yet when she peaked up again, everyone wore a big, loving smile.
"Then now you are.", Jeremaiah said, and everyone came to hug her."