There is always something more to an untold story.
It’s not the story that matters but the perspective. What may seem right from the left may not be right from the right.
“So what happened to the queen in the end? ” asked my daughter, I said “she died”. No that’s not the answer I want to give her. I want to say ” she lived. She lived forever. She lives in the hearts “. And that’s the kind of a story I want to tell my daughter. And the queen is me. That’s the kind of a fairytale I want my daughter to grow up listening to. I don’t want her to wait for the knight in the shining armour. I want her to be the knight in the shining armour. I want her to be the warrior princess raised by a warrior Queen.