Prologue

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It was a cool autumn in New York City, the wind wasn't blowing as fiercely as it always was, today it blew like it had a secret to whisper into my ear. I was taking a stroll through Central Park with my granddaughter. Since she is staying with me for the weekend, we decided to go to the park. She is a very curious, talented, and beautiful seven year old girl- who also has a fiery spirit. When I looked up to find her I saw her looking at a tree and in that tree there was a nest with three baby birds chirping, "Grandpa when birds chirp are they singing or are they crying?"

"Well my little rose, what do you think?" I then see her turning around looking toward me with a scrunchy face. I couldn't help but chuckle a little because she looked so adorable. She then rewarded me with a raised up eyebrow, showing her little attitude side. This time I couldn't help but laugh, "What? did I say something wrong?"

"Why do you call me your little rose grandpa, when my name is Arabella? You know you are the only one who calls me that. Everyone else calls me Bella."

"Well do you dislike it?" Arabella then brings her tiny little finger to her chin to act like she's thinking about it.

"No....I actually like it" Her serious face then turns into a smile, then she runs to me and embraces me with a big hug, "Well good because in my opinion I think it suits you really well"

"How grandpa?" I then do the same gesture that she did when she was thinking about an answer to give me. "hey stop copying me!" I laugh a little and then tell her.

"I will tell you when your older okay. Now to answer you question I believe that when a bird chirps it is actually singing. Did you know that they are the only animals that can actually sing?" Arabella then gives me a little nod, while she's looking up at the bird nest.

"You know every morning when I wake up there's always this little bird out in my window singing"

"Well that little bird is singing to you and wishing you a happy good morning and to never forget that you are loved" Arabella then giggles, "oh grandpa I wish I could talk to birds. Just like how the princesses do."

"but you can my little rose. When you sing they are singing with you, thus you two are having a conversation." she looks up at me and smiles. "Well love its getting dark and the wind is getting cooler why don't we head back home, okay" she then nods and holds my hand and we start our way back to my house.

When we arrived back home, Arabella takes off her little coat and tosses it to me she then rushes into the kitchen and then I hear her little voice yelling at me," Grandpa! Im hungry!! Us little kids have to eat!"

"Okay my little rose, what would you like to eat for dinner?"

"Mac n' cheese please" I then head into the kitchen to cook for her. Once its ready I called her into the kitchen and we both sat down and ate our dinner together.

When we finished eating, Arabella then stands up and heads to the bathroom to brush her teeth, while I stay back and wash the dishes. Once I'm done I go into her room, kiss her goodnight and tuck her into bed. As I was about to turn off her side lamp I hear her little voice tell me, "you are not going to tell me a goodnight story today?"

"ha I was wondering when you were going to say those words. Okay lets see what kind of story do you want to hear tonight, my little rose."

"I want to hear a looovvveee story" I let out a little chuckle, "okay a love story mmm what about Cinderella?"

"No grandpa I already heard that story."

"oh yea your absolutely right your to big to be hearing these childish stories" Arabella then puts her hands on her hips, "I am not that big. And I like the once upon of time and that they lived happily ever after parts. I also like the evil magic and the princess and princes."

"hmmmm you know what I just thought of the perfect love story," Arabella then straightens herself on the bed and hugs her little stuffed horse ready to pay attention to the story, "Now in this story, it is a true story. So there are no evil wizards or witches. Nor are there any princes' and princesses, but there was a beautiful young girl named Emma....."

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