One of the things I miss most about being away from home is reading stories, singing songs, and saying prayers with my nephews before bedtime. In the weeks before we returned to California, my nephew, Micah, would often ask me to tell him a story. So together, we’d sit and dream up fairytales about a prince named Micah and his search for a beautiful princess. We’re both suckers for happy endings, so each story would inevitably lead to Prince Micah finding the love of his life, getting married, and living happily ever after.
Micah, because I love you and miss you so, this bedtime story is for you.
Once upon a time, there was a street.
And on that street, there were 5 quaint little houses.
One day, a lovely maiden went for a walk and came across this street. As she passed each house, she imagined who might live inside.
In the first house, she imagined a grandmother sitting in her rocking chair knitting beautiful scarves with golden yarn.
In the second house, she imagined an artist sitting at his canvas painting a masterpiece very few would ever have the pleasure of enjoying.
In the third house, she imagined a peculiar man who spent his days pacing back and forth behind the closed curtains and locked doors.
In the fourth house, she imagined a mother making a hot cup of tea using the fresh mint and herbs from her garden.
When the maiden reached the fifth and final house, she stopped a while and gazed at the house. As she wondered who might live inside, she noticed an orange cat in the window. The cat looked at her and she could see gentleness in his eyes. And somehow, the maiden knew that this house was filled with love. A love that she had always longed for and had never found.
The maiden knocked on the door of the fifth house. The door opened revealing a handsome prince named Micah. The maiden and Prince Micah fell madly in love at first sight and from that day on, they lived happily ever after.
Now get some sleep my sweet Micah-man!