Once, a long time ago, there lived a little princess. Every
one loved the little princess, beacause of her rosy cheeks
and sweet, childish smile. Always walking between the rooms,
washing them with a wave of glory and ancient pride. For
there was no other living person, not in the whole Plains
Kingdom, who could make all the faces in the world shine.

And so was her name - Sunshine - for everything she gave,
and the nothing she accepted. She did not have anything,
besides her own lonely happiness.
And that, also, left her.  It was in a place, a lonely one,
lonely almost as she was. It was a grey day, with grey
clouds - stamped in grey sky. Colorless grass - for the
lonliest eyes in the kingdom - and upon it, a very white
stone. Almost as white as the lifeless body beneath it, or
as the pale little face watching it. Almost.

And the years were walking away, as she  walked once between
the rooms. But there was no more happines - no more
Sunshine. Once, two bright eyes - now two dark, big
raindrops, floating restless in their places. No emotion -
just holes. Once, two lovely rosy cheeks - now two white and
fallen ones. And the hair - once shining, now faded.

Sitting in her room, sadness chasing her, sadness for the
one she lost that dark day. Feeling - not feeling the pain.
Sorrow, and at last - blackness.

Silence came upon the kingdom, no more sweetness there. The
trees became brown, the flowers faded - winter wraped the
Plains Kingdom. The sun stopped shining, avoiding her
responsibility. For her Sunshine in the kingdom was lost,
and the grey day arrived. And soon - there were no voices.
Soon - there was no life.

So, you the story hear, know the little princess was lost.
But do not be sad, beacause she was only one of many. For
every sunshine is a bless. Gives strength, and helps when it
is hard. With the smallest light - you can find the rainbow.

And with the smallest sunshine - you can find the hope.