THERE IS A DAY CALLED TOMORROW - Tutafeh
Story translated by Cactus
She teared up a bit when she thought about what had happened a few years ago, but she would not cry – Maleficent was far too proud to cry. She had been too overwhelmed by what had happened. However, despite the difficulties, she had to remain strong to make them pay for what they had done.
Her murderous thoughts were interrupted when she felt a small, chubby hand clutch one of her fingers. As her gaze fell on the baby sleeping peacefully in her arms, Maleficent knew she had done the right thing. After all, there is a day called tomorrow.
