When Fairytales Don't Come True- Digital Collage 4" x 6"
Farm life can be so tedious, especially for a girl in China. So it
should come as no surprise that I fell under the sway of literature.Being
far from a city, there was little for me to read except a well-worn
copy of Perrault's Fairytales. Each night after finishing chores found
myself transported to this magical world where beautiful girls found
love and happiness in the kiss of a poor enchanted creature who in turn
changed into a handsome prince.
After spending another sleepless night thinking about my knight in shining feathers I resolved to take matters into hand. Rising at dawn, I walked out into the yard in my nightgown crawled into his coop. I found him sleeping on a throne of straw. I bent down and kissed him ever so gently upon his beak. He awoke with a great flutter, jumped out of his nest and trotted out into the yard to announce the day.
A few days later I lost my appetite and grew listless. My parents urged me to go see the doctor, but I knew there was no medicine for what was ailing me. What I didn't realize at the time was that I was both heart sick and ill. When I came down with a fever, my mother fetched the doctor. He took one look at me and diagnosed me with bird flu. So, here I lay, languishing, knowing that in time I will recover, but shall never get over my first love.