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Unicorn Store Made Me Cry Uncontrollably
When Kit walked back into the seemingly abandoned building to meet her unicorn, I couldn’t help but wonder: How will this end? What sort of trickery does this movie have in store?
Although I’m not the kind of adult who has lost her childlike magic, I am 27-years-old, and that short time on Earth has eaten away at my magic source a little. So seeing Steve standing there, looking majestic as ever, sent me into a wave of body-shaking tears.
Kit did get her unicorn. She believed in her dream enough and worked hard at it enough for it to manifest.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I started to say to my husband, who was seated beside me. He smiled knowingly.
After crying in his arms for about 15 minutes (he brought me into a hug about two seconds into my fit), I realized I do know why I’m crying.
I had dreams as a child, too. While my memory may not serve me well enough to vividly paint a picture in the same way Kit’s did, I know I dreamed of being a writer. At some point, I also had a dream that I’d become a nun with ten children. Those are the two dreams from my childhood that I still remember. Dreams that still seem far away because I’m slowly letting them slip through my fingers rather than working with my belief — as Kit did.
