When I was a child, I was not a princess.
I was just a child.
The time in which I was born was a beautiful day in the beautiful world, when the sun shone and the clouds parted, when I was in my bedroom playing with my dolls, and when I would go out to eat and see my family.
But there were days when my imagination was filled with fantasy, when my dreams were like a storm cloud.
For instance, a little boy, my age, would dream that his grandmother, a famous beauty, would come to visit.
She would not.
There were other dreams where I had no memory of anything happening.
But that day never happened.
When I grew up, I realised that my imagination, my imagination had grown into something quite different.
I have always been very much aware of my emotions, even when I am not.
When you’re a child you have the ability to take control of your emotions.
When the storm clouds pass, you are aware of your thoughts, you know that you’re feeling sad or happy, or you feel like you should cry.
It is very different when you are a grownup.
You can have all your emotions, but you are also aware of how your mind is affected.
So I have never forgotten how my mind is changed.
My mother, my grandmother, was a very beautiful woman.
She was an artist and an artistess.
She did a lot of art, and her paintings were very beautiful.
When my mother died, my father died in a car crash, and my mother became a very unhappy woman.
But her spirit lives on.
I want to be happy, but I do not have the desire.
Sometimes, when there is nothing to do, I will just think, ‘What do I have to do?’ and then I do it.
I am always looking for something to do.
I go to the shops, I go online, I look at the news.
But it is not until I am about to go to bed and I feel very tired that I really think, What will I do for the rest of the night?
So, my life is like that.
My father was very good at his job, and I used to like it.
Then I started working, and now I have lost everything.
I cannot even go out with my friends anymore, because I cannot find a job.
My dreams are now filled with fantasies and I can’t do them.
I can only do what I want, and that is, when you’re young, you have to dream, because you have never got a chance to live.
But I do have some hope.
The Ohana adventure, a fictional story, is set in the Himalayas and tells the story of the Ohana expedition in the 19th century.
I am now a Princess.
The first time I took part in an Ohana journey was when I visited my family in a village near the town of Banke.
There I was invited to spend the evening with my aunt and uncle.
I am a very shy person.
My aunt, who is a writer, was very nice to me.
But after the evening, I could not resist being invited to the tea room.
There was a table at the tea table.
The tea was very hot, and the people were very polite.
I asked my aunt to put the tea in the cup.
She handed it to me, and she said, ‘Don’t forget to bring your own tea.’
It was very sweet, and it was the first time that I had a cup of tea.
The tea was hot and strong.
But the people at the table were very friendly and very kind.
The next day, I visited the same village and there was no tea room, so I went to the village again.
My aunt had told me that I should have a tea party and she invited me to go and see the village.
But when I came back, the tea had been changed.
Now I was allowed to eat tea.
It made me feel very strange.
I was very sad when I returned.
My parents did not take me back, because they were worried about me.
I did not feel like a princess, and in the end I was sad, and there were tears on my face.
I realised the importance of my dreams, and about my life.
And I realised, when they say, ‘You must not dream too much, because if you do, you will lose your memories’, I had forgotten everything.
My life has been very different.
The adventures I have been doing with my mother are so exciting that they are making me happy.
But as a child I would like to have another adventure.