Disclaimer- I do not own the Labyrinth. I wrote this because I don't have the greatest respect for Linda and think Karen needs to shine a little.
Karen stood at the doorway of a room that used to be every little girls fantasy with dolls strewn across every surface and dreams of the past lying amongst the innocence of magic. What once had fantasy painted upon the walls there lay blank spaces of sadness and an air of practicality dripping off the once wistful thoughts of chivalry.
Karen had stepped into Sarah's room and wondered where the stubborn little fairy she had fallen in love with had gone. She couldn't help but think it was all her fault. She never should have lectured her on her games of dress-up and pretend, she had just wanted to spend time with her, deep in her heart she wished she had been asked to join in the fun. She wanted the girl she secretly called daughter to come back.
It wasn't all bad, Sarah rarely complained when she was told to babysit, her love for her brother was obvious to all who met her, and she was no longer brushing off all of Karen's efforts to spend time with her. All in all, you would think Karen would be happy with how things were. But Karen hated seeing Sarah look wistfully at things she used to exclaim over in excitement in those few moments, back when she was still hostile to this new female presence in the house, she would forget her hostility in her love for all thing magical. It had brought a light to her eyes that rivaled no other. Karen missed that light. It had been lost to a kind of practicality. Her secret little girl had grown up. But she hadn't grown up the way she was meant to.
She was supposed to grow up a kind of princess amongst the masses of unbelievers. To be a dreamer for all her life and making many of what no one believed to be possible come to life. But she didn't, this shadow of who she was attempted to bury herself below the seas of practicality and the mundane rushing to become one of the dull unbelievers of the world. And she was succeeding. It was breaking the mother's heart. She didn't know how to fix it. She tried. Oh how she tried. Karen left things out in a mess of beautiful colors and fantastic creatures a first in the history of her almost obsessive neatness in hopes of provoking that light back into Sarah eyes. Yet none of her efforts succeeded. It frustrated her like none other. This had led her to this final drastic measure.
Pulling out a box that had been gathering dust in the back of Sarah's closet she began.
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