The Juggling Queen

She was young and soft-hearted like a flower. A sharp angry look could easily put her face to gloom. She was the princess at her abode. Often, she used to disappear into her own little world. She had a habit of day dreaming with her favourite playlists On. She loved grooming herself looking at the mirror. Some days she picked a vibrant nail colour out of her cosmetic shelf and painted her long beautiful nails. Her food menu was just a call away. The small kitchen table welcomed her with meals that she loved the most. She was up-to-date about the latest movies screened at the theatres. She loved her little local library where she would leisurely find her picks. At the parties, she flaunted her long luscious tresses.

A few years later…

At her new abode, the flower is busy juggling. She has become the master decision maker. She could not afford to be soft anymore. She has transformed herself from a flower to a tree trunk. She wakes up early with child alarms and face kicks. Not only did she become an expert cook, but she also learnt to bake. She is aware that cleaning the house is a never ending process. Her soft fingers had knife cuts & bandaids. The luscious hair ended up looking messy, the fashion clothes had stains of different colors. She was always the hot coffee machine, but seldom got to drink her coffee hot. She has become a better driver, thanks to the grocery shopping sprees and play dates. At night, she tried to recollect her favorite bedtime stories. She has now become an expert at juggling. She secretly wore her duties & accomplishments like sequences on her gown. The princess has become the Queen.

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