The Key

Part 2

That day the girl was in a bad mood. She thought about her dream. Did it mean that she would never find the doors? Or even worse, that she could find them but not open them? Her worries about the possible meaning of the dream became so great that she told her parents about it.

"You told me that all the doors were open for me! Maybe it's not like that after all. Because after this, it doesn't seem like it is. Is it all a lie?"

The father smiled at his upset, crying daughter, and said: "My child, the doors were locked, weren't they?"

"Yes," the girl sobbed, wiping tears from her face.

"The solution to the problem is obvious, isn't it? The key!"

"The key?" she asked, confused.

The father nodded, " The key to be able to open the doors."

At night, the girl dreamed again. She was in the forest again, sitting on the ground. She felt something in her hand. Slowly she raised her hand and stared intently at what she held. It was a key.

It seemed old, and yet it shone golden. She thought there was something ancient about it that made it seem even more precious to her. Tears of joy came up in her eyes. "Finally!" she exclaimed happily, running to the first door. "It's going to work this time." She slid the key into the keyhole and was about to turn it when she froze. It didn't fit in the keyhole.

"Is it the wrong one?". Her eyes still fixed on the key, she hurried to the next door, but it too remained unsuccessfully locked. "Why doesn't it fit?" she cried, "Why, why, why?!" She tried again and again, went to the next door and the next ... but in vain, the key did not fit.