Painting Gifted by Little Red Riding Hood
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Mother loved fairy tales and collected countless ones, yet she was never satisfied with how those stories ended. Girls who refused to obey the King were often called mad, while women who rose up in resistance were branded witches and monsters for the cries they gave with all their strength. Mother always muttered: were these truly the only two paths laid before the ""Princess"" and so many other girls? Thank you, Nikki. Thank you for showing me that there is a third path. Just as Mother began rewriting the stories herself, carving her own new chapters onto those clay pots, you knocked over that bowl of soup and showed me that I do not have to obey, or stay trapped within those rules and restraints. When the labels of mad girl and monster are stripped away, when Mad Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf fight side by side, I take your hand, and at last, I become myself again. I will remember what you told me: the forest grows wild, and so should we. I hope that in the next story... I will see you again. — "Little Red Riding Hood"
