Hero Child

I've had countless nights like this. My mother told me bedtime stories about a hero who defeated many monsters that harmed the world. Although I have heard many different versions of similar stories, I am always happy with these stories. They have planted seeds of adventure in my heart. I imagine that one day, I will be like this hero, traveling around, punishing evil and promoting good. My mother seemed to know my thoughts very well, but I couldn't read her mind. She just looked at me quietly and touched my forehead. After telling the story, she didn't say a word. I thought about the story and fell asleep hazily, and there was a faint sound of the door closing in my ears...