A story where I was healed, grew old, and lived.
And at the end, insert this final paragraph:
“And there, as the sun set on the summer meadow, Della Ribbon turned to her Ren, and said, ‘I’m pregnant with your daughter. I suppose you get to choose a girl’s name now.’
Her husband turned to her, happy, overjoyed, madly in love and kissed her.
They kissed for days because they knew no time could stop them.
And when they broke apart, he said, ‘I love you, Della, forever and for always.’
And they had that daughter.
They had a family.
They were forever bound through marriage and true love.
Together.”
And then, if our story is ever made into a film, the credits will roll.
And the music will play.
And the audience will know…
That Della Ribbon and her Ren lived
happily
ever
after.
THE END