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When I was younger, my mom never read me a story about a princess in a castle trapped by a dragon, and a prince who always came to rescue her.My mother never sat outside with me on cloudless nights where we could see the stars, and  taught me that the stars were my dreams and I should wish upon them to make them come true.We never played any games we made up on our own.

But as I grew up ,I understand why she never told me stories about fairy tales.

Because it does not exist.

Growing up, I learned that my definition of love was obscure and no prince would be coming to save the princess.

I learned that,it is good I never wished upon the stars because the stars I wished on probably died and my wishes never came true because they were exploding into supernovas and spiraling into black holes with the rest of my hopes and dreams .

I learned that the game of life is a little different from the game other kids get to play.

And maybe I’ve been corrupted to not believe in happy endings.

But I always believed there's an alternate ending where the princess defeats the dragon herself, and makes it out to tell the tale.