Wake Up and Smell the Coffee, Sweetie
It’s funny how perception evolves over time, and I don’t mean funny ‘haha,’ I mean just – funny.
When I was eight years old, I drew my family on a crisp A4 paper - all with smiling faces - and stuck it on the refrigerator with my favourite magnet. I also followed the ideal fantasy: fall in love with Prince Charming (don’t end up like your Aunt Ursula because you actually do want to be wedded), get married, share your first kiss with the love of your life at the altar and have a beautiful baby princess named, you guessed it, Aurora.