A Riddle to Remember

I've written a lot of reviews on movies and books and frankly I think that maybe review writing is my strongest point in English. But there's one kind of review that I've never written and I've been wanting to, for some time now. Let's play a game of charades. You are the guesser, and I'm the actor. Your aim? Guess what this review is about.
A little girl entered her kinder garden class with a smile on her face reminiscent to that of her grandmother and watched as her to- be classmates held on to their parents' hands with small fingers begging them through their tears not to let go. Her parents were proud of their little sweetheart, the brave child who was guaranteed to be a brilliant girl whe she grew up. Three years later her academic reports indicated that she was a promising girl with only two drawbacks ; she wouldn't stop talking and she wasn't living up to her full potential. Acknowledging the fact, yet partially ignoring it, her parents began to look for the girl's strengths and began working on those. She did well in the next two years, a popular little girl with friends, decent marks, a proficiency certificate in English and a budding reputation as a brilliant actress. But maybe that got to her head, and her living dream shattered. With competitive rivals challenging her on the theatre front, and her academic grades going down she realised that she was going to have to work to get it back, a thought which she throughly despised. She had lived her entire life thinking that everything in it was for granted. But as money and attitude came into being, she understood that it wasn't. Her parents had worked hard for their money and even though they had earned a lot, it just wasn't enough to compete with her nepotistic classmates. Then came her first teenage year, a year where everything should be meticulous and systematically planned. A new chapter in life where everything calls for desperate measures. And it did. A new fight broke out everyday. She started trusting her friends more than her parents. Her values and ethical niceties crashed and fell to the ground around her. She never felt the need to tell her parents anything as she had a mere three years back. She became an amateur rebel and although she knew that whatever her parents did was for her own good, she didn't truly believe in any of it. Everyday she heard the same thing, she was tired of it all but she knew that she wouldn't be able to get them to understand, for everytime she tried she would start crying and as if like a chain reaction so would her mother. How could she put into words that she needed to feel wanted within the social circle, she needed to feel wanted, without making it sound dumb and superficial? But one day then she realised that talking to somebody abouit it helped. Anybody. Something she hadn't believed had helped her. Helped her become free, letting her fly and enjoy herself for the first time in what had seemed like forever. She looked around her, loving everyone twice as much as she had before.

Answer to the posed question above : Life