There are no ifs in history.

No fairy tale can last forever.

……

She sat on the swing in the middle of the garden, humming a common nursery rhyme.

The cool breeze brushing through the flowers added a rich accompaniment.

She stopped humming when she saw her little prince approaching her with a bouquet of white flowers.

See, this was her own little prince.

He was exceptional. She assumed he’d brought back another medal from school. ...