Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Sailor Moon.
She often spoke like that, my mother, of a city of crystal, ruled by a beautiful princess.
Lying in a tiny bed in a tiny apartment, it was hard to imagine such a place, even as a little girl.
My mother was very young when our world was attacked and ruined by war. Perhaps this city and its princess are only a child's inventions, believed into reality.
In any case, she does not speak of these things anymore. Nor does she say, " I promise there will be more to eat tomorrow," as she always did when she tucked me into bed. The years have made it too painful to say these things, but it does not matter. I am no longer naïve. I can no longer believe such fantastic things, if I ever did.
However, there is one thing I have always wondered. Since the first time I heard the story, one question played in my mind, but I never thought to ask it.
What happened to the ones that attacked us?
She often spoke like that, my mother, of a city of crystal, ruled by a beautiful princess.
Lying in a tiny bed in a tiny apartment, it was hard to imagine such a place, even as a little girl.
My mother was very young when our world was attacked and ruined by war. Perhaps this city and its princess are only a child's inventions, believed into reality.
In any case, she does not speak of these things anymore. Nor does she say, " I promise there will be more to eat tomorrow," as she always did when she tucked me into bed. The years have made it too painful to say these things, but it does not matter. I am no longer naïve. I can no longer believe such fantastic things, if I ever did.
However, there is one thing I have always wondered. Since the first time I heard the story, one question played in my mind, but I never thought to ask it.
What happened to the ones that attacked us?
