A Cinderella Story
I was hovered over the toilet scrubbing with my magic wand – the toilet brush. Sophia, then 6, paused at the top of the stairs next to the bathroom door and peered in at me. Sheer delight spread across her face. “Mom! Are we playing Cinderella?” she asked with enthusiasm. I wiped a bit of sweat from my forehead, “What??” She seemed as confused as I was. “No, I am not playing Cinderella. I am cleaning the bathroom.” “Oh,” she sighed dejectedly and walked away to her room. I sat back on the white tile floor and leaned my back
