When you're little, you like to think you know everything, but the last thing you really want is to know too much. What you really want is for grown-ups to make the world a safe place where dreams can cometrue and promises are never broken. And when you're little, it doesn't seem like a lot to ask.
Once upon a time, happier ever after. The stories we tell are the stuff of dreams. Fairy tales don't cometrue. Reality is much stormier. Much murkier. Much scarier. Reality it’s so much more interesting than living happily ever after.
Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to cometrue if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?
