She carries her daughter to her bed and places the little girl in the bed.

The woman then goes to pull up a chair and places it next to her daughter's bed.

"Ready for the story, Sarada?" She asks.

The little girl nods her head.

"Once upon a time," her mother began, "there was a prince."

"Silly mommy!" Her daughter laughs, "it's supposed to be a princess."

Her mother smiles. "That's not the way this story goes, Sarada. This story is about the prince."

"The prince?"

"Yes, Sarada," she explains, "not every story is about the princess."

"Really?"

"Really."

"But how come," Sarada frowns, "how come all the Disney movies are about the princess."

"I don't know," she answers, "can I begin the story now?"

"Okay mommy."

"Once upon a time . . ."

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