What do you want to be when you grow up?

Always being asked this at a young age, I would tell tales of becoming a head chef in my very own restaraunt. I knew they were lies but I thought if I could get them to believe, I would soon too. On my own I dreamt of marrying, of finding my own true love just like those fairy tales shown me. Wishing, begging at times for my prince to come along and take me away from it all, knowing that being with them would fix everything. My future is foggy but I can see there's a clearing up ahead, where my love is waiting for me. There's nothing more I could wish for than to be a bride. It's just never the answer someone wants to hear when they ask that question.