I am, the Cinderella without the prince, I’d, started living on my own, hard, since my father died, because the woman he’d, married, took over the household that was once, shared by me and him.
The Cinderella without the prince, how, will she fare, huh? There’s, NO fairy godmother, no pumpkin that turns into a carriage, no lizard, as the coaches of the carriage, no mice, that got, turned into the horses.
from the Disney production, found online…
There’s, NO ball for Cinderella to get dressed up for, NO chance, she’ll, EVER get above the poverty lines. She had, absolutely, NO support whatsoever!
The Cinderella without the prince, it can, actually, be a good thing, because it teaches this young and naïve woman, that she does NOT need any man, she can, use her own skills, and her own amicable personality, to make something of herself, start a cleaning service, perhaps? And, she’s, already, very experienced in that, as she was made into the MAID, as her stepmother and stepsisters moved in, to her home.
And, the glass slippers, they’d, broken already, she’d, CRACKED the heel of the slipper she still had on, running away, down those steps of the castle, to BEAT the midnight furies!
look how easily, it all, shattered??? Photo from online…
Life, the Obstacle Course 