Freedom || Short Story v.3

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Two births. One was celebrated across the nation and the other was quiet and inexpressibly joyful. One was royal, the other common and yet sometimes greatness cannot be caged in and expectations can kill even the slightest spark. Not everyone was born to lead and not everyone was made for life behind a throne. Sometimes freedom is the one thing that money cannot buy and joy the one thing power will never give you. On that day, Mothers rocked their babies and whispered to them that everything was going to be okay now; they lifted their hands and thanked God for having pity and friends got together and had a feast. It was a big event, the birth of the royal son, it was the long awaited rescue. From that day on the children grew, both became rosy and happy, and the girl eventually grew out of her ringlets and button nose. The boy went to school and was trained in the art of weaponry while beginning his foreign studies and leadership duties. One grew up amidst wild flowers and with daisy chains in her hair while the other sat in a classroom and prepared to wear the crown on his head. They were both children but sometimes children can already have the care of an adult in their eyes.