In a town north of her, South of there, to the east of there, West of the center, on President Street, numbers 18, 22 and 20, three pregnant women smoothed their wombs wishing for each of their right future children, even if the past had other ends. Number 18, in 2000, wished that his be Strong, honest, healthy, courageous, desirous of everything that was good to you, everything. Number 22, in 2002, desired for him a totally different future from what they had previously desired for you, that was intelligent, cunning, friendly, true, architect. Number 20, in 2006, came unnamed. They wished it'd come out soon. Unnecessary, useless, emotionless, no expected virtue, no future or something like that.
They were born at different times, but with coexistence at the same time and the same space. Then every mother straightened her little king. Not knowing what really happen right after births.
After a few years, kings have become almos deadly friends-enemies and the other mere, the, carte blanche in the game.
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The Little Kings
Lãng mạnWhen boys start a war, it's always motivated by dreams. It wouldn't be any different in this place that's one point from there or from here. In these pages I invite you to dream. Dream. (The translation was performed with Collins Dictionary transla...
