Once upon a time there is a sad gobbling King looking, waiting for his queen..... I'll been reading, hearing this story since I was a child. The story belong to my mother, Sara. And before her belongs to my grandmother. Is her favorite one over all stories, we ever hear or read together. She never said... Why? But she always said to me....I choose who I want to be and I'm happy but he deserves someone better, someone like you.... What in the world she's talking about?... Even my father doesn't know the reasons but he like the way she said almost memorized each single word and the detail. How her name and my uncle appear constantly in the story. She believes so much in those stories. She literally live it, breath it and I was believing all was part of her imagination. She was losing reality. That night, everything change.... When I meet him....Jareth. The sad Gobbling King..... Your real! Are you Sarah?