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Paul? Paul!” the voice was coming to him from far away, slowly dragging him out of the dream, “Honey, wake up!”
His eyes opened blearily. Someone had opened the curtains and window, letting the sunshine leak in. A mess of paper covered the floor and his wife was peering down at him, her gaze worried.
“You need some water,” she said softly, coaxingly, “And some food. Come on, love.”
She tried to pull him up, but he gripped her by the arm, gaze searching. She looked so much like their little princess, with the same golden hair and sweet face. There were bags under her eyes, betraying how tired and sad she was, a mirror of his own face. His heart clenched painfully.
“I said I’d write it,” he mumbled out, it seemed important she know, “I was trying to write a happy story. I promise.”
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him and bringing them close together. He shuddered in her arms, letting himself get pulled in by her warmth. Hot tears found their way down his face as he clutched close to her.
“I know,” she soothed, “She’ll really like that.”
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a little girl…
…who was loved, very, very much.
الترجمة بعد حين إن شاء الله
ما هي العبرة من القصة (بالأنجليزية فقط )