We all grow up listening to fairy-tales. With their, twisted fates, evil stepmothers, dark curses and impossible dreams turning into sparkly dresses, charming princes, fairy-godmothers and the true love's kiss to fix everything in the end. These simple stories bring us impossible hope. And hopeless little girls grow up dreaming of perfect happy endings.
But I wonder if Happy-Endings do exist or if fairy-tales are just sad lies?
