You become strong, smart and special, like a mother and sensitive like a father. When your eyes and thoughts are so clear that the dirt of one adult dumbass cannot touch you. When you are right that wealth is love and you have a lot of it. When your mother is the best person and mother who deserves not only your love, but also an enchanted prince, who is forced by evil spells and jealousy of the princess to do all kinds of nonsense and call on a stupid young man to help in a bad deed.
When your grandmother pays for the guilt of being in the shade, and you remain warmed by the warmth of your own mother, the best Miss Sood in the world, with whom you share both crumbs and a soft bed, when it is finally available to you and various goodies that you do not chase but happy to have.
This is the magic of love - yours and your mother's. Under its influence, the prince is angry, but the shell begins to burst and the image of a dancing princess passes through it, except for which he sees no one.