No one could stop her from going on an adventure. Or even stop her from reaching the stars.

Just yesterday, she flew to Paris and met with all the famous people that lived there. The week before, Hong Kong was calling her name, as she was feeling in the mood for a new dish.

Her dreams were endless.

She would be the prime minister of peace, a land that wasn't seen but felt. Awards would be shared, not given. Wars wouldn't be commenced, but remembered.

"May! Your dinosaur chicken nuggets are ready!"

The president of the free world could wait.