No one likes a cynic but few realize that feeling is voiced with utmost intensity by the cynic themselves. No one likes giving up on dreams be they of princes or success but life forces you to sometimes. As I look at her I realize her cynicism (how I hate the word) stems from betrayal at an age, which she doesn’t remember herself. I see her bemused at life questioning why she is so indifferent (or thinks herself to be so) to so many, if not all people around her. I see her grappling with why she doesn’t connect with family/friends or anyone for that matter and I wince, wince at the reality shrouded in time.

Where do you go when you have been treated like a princess only to realize one day that you are NOT the only one as you have been led to believe by none other then your father, the man other men are supposed to measure up to later in life? Who do you trust when the one man who made the earth go round, the sun rise and more, the one man you believed in to the exclusion of all else since you opened your eyes is also the one man who betrays you to the extent that you stop believing altogether.

So I look, I wince, and I watch…. For that’s all I can do.