I waited, hopeful for The Knight

What would we do without our dreams? without our stories and myths and tales... without our heroes and maidens and romance? ...that handsome, steadfast warrior would not ride into our lives. never rescue... never hold. maidens would not grace our eyes... never sing and dance and charm. their silhouettes would fade, their spirits would be lost... and the hope for something magical, something more than what we have, would slide swiftly from our thoughts. impossible though they are, and fantastical they may seem, they help us through our ways... never telling us what we can and cannot be.

Someone made fun of a character in a story... a character that a little girl i teach animation to loves. she grew silent... and cried to herself.