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“Grandpa, please tell me a story”. She asked softly as her big round stared deep into his face.”a story, huh”, his response was enthusiastic, one could tell he had a good story cooking up.

“well,once upon a time, my wee one ” he started the story with a smile. The kind of smile that you it was something close to his heart.

“there lived a beautiful lady in the moon who carried a big bag of golden sand over her shoulders. She was the goddess of dreams, they call her Havilah. Legend says if a child has been good she pays them a visit of sweet dream. “

Tala, looked at her grandfather with amazement and was curious of whether she would be visited by the goddess of dreams. She wondered if she could see her and touch her coat and see her name on it.

Grandad wwas sure to answer all of her burning questions one after the other.

“well my dear, there is only one way you can find out. Close your eyes and free your mind, let grandpa sing you to sleep as you wait for the goddess of dreams. “

He kissed her goodnight and sung her a lullaby, he smiled as he watched her big round eyes slowly close, she let out a faint yawn and was gone on the dreamland express.

He went out to the terrace, smiled at the full moon right in front of him and said, “you did it again, my lady. “


Published by tessie

I am everything that I choose to be but above all, I am a storyteller, a lover art in it's many forms. I am an artist as much as I am a work of art. I will always cherish this passion for it is who I am.

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