The Only King is Me! Story
Every morning when he gets up, the King walks to the wall with the photos of his ancestors. He greets each of them one by one and then looks in the mirror to see if his crown is properly on his head.
Then, he loudly announces to the mirror: “Who is the King? It’s me. Why? Because that’s just the way it is!”
Off to the kitchen!
His mom greets him there, just as she should: “My little King!”
She greets him with open arms.
“Mom, am I really a King?”
“Of course, you are my little King.”
“You agree too, right, Dad?”
“Ah, well,” Dad replies, “I haven’t seen anyone more like a King than you.”
Now, for the King, the day is just beginning: breakfast, swimming, fishing, hunting, dancing, and dinner.
Every night before bed, the King stares at his crown for a long time, polishes it until it shines, gently caresses it, and even kisses it.
One day, the King’s mom went to the hospital because she was going to have a baby, and the King’s dad went with her.
The King’s aunt came to take care of him. For the King, life remained the same: breakfast, swimming, fishing, hunting, dancing, dinner.
The whole day, the King kept checking if the crown was still securely on his head. He repeated to the mirror: “Who is the King? It’s me. Why? Because that’s just the way it is!”
A few days later, “Ding-dong—” the door opened, and the King’s mom came back, holding a little baby.
Mom bent down to tell the little King, “Look, darling, she’s your little sister.”
“You mean this little mosquito?”
“Do you want to kiss her?” Mom asked.
“Well, okay.” The King replied, reluctantly moving his mouth to kiss the baby.
Suddenly, the King was dumbfounded. What did he see? She was wearing a tiny crown. Small as it was, it was indeed a crown!
This, the King could not accept. The only King was himself. He had been wearing the crown for a long time!
“Mom!” The King said with a trembling voice, “She has… she has a crown.”
“Of course, dear, that’s normal, your little sister is a Queen.”
“But…” The King stammered.
Mom had other things to do and didn’t pay further attention to the little King. She needed to change the baby’s diaper, give her a bath, and apply baby powder.
The King went to ask Dad, and Dad replied, “Your sister is so beautiful, isn’t she? She’s the most beautiful Queen in the country!”
“But…” The King stuttered.
Dad had other things to do and didn’t pay further attention to the little King. He needed to prepare the bottle, set up the bed, and put on some toys.
The King ran down the hallway to the wall of photos; surely, the ancestors would listen to him.
“Do you know what?” The King said, “This is unbelievable!”
But the ancestors stayed in the pictures without saying a word.
“Ah, I see!” The King said, “You’re saying nothing because you think my sister should be the Queen. You’re all on her side, that’s it.”
Furious, the King got close to Grandpa Leon’s picture, almost pressing his face to his, and said, “You understand, Grandpa Leon, I want to be the only King, it’s as simple as that!”
Suddenly, the King felt like he heard Grandma Carolina talking.
He quickly walked over: “What, what did you say, Grandma Carolina? My little sister looks cute?”
The King continued, “You only think about these things. Well, no matter how cute, how pretty she is, or… I don’t even know what else… I don’t care at all!”
The King stomped through the hallway, shouting, and added, “You just wait and see!”
From that moment on, the King had only one thought: to steal the Queen’s crown and claim it as his own.
“I must be extra careful, not draw attention,” the King thought wisely, “I must act quietly.”
He watched for a long time, looking for an opportunity. Soon it was feeding time, and the much-desired chance came.
The King quietly walked over, pretending to be nonchalant. He ran to his mom and gave her a big hug.
Taking advantage of the moment, the King slowly extended his arm, carefully reaching for his sister’s head.
“Oh, dear,” Mom gently pushed the King away, “You still want to nurse? But you’re so big now, darling.”
“Failed!” The King sighed.
The King went back to reconnaissance mode, looking for another chance. Haha! The baby carriage was brought out, and Mom put the baby in the carriage.
“Alright,” Mom said, “I’ll get a little blanket, then we’ll go for a walk.”
“Great!” The King told himself, “My turn.” He approached the baby, lifted the blanket, and was just about to touch the Queen’s crown.
Ah, too bad! Mom came back.
“Your little sister is so beautiful, isn’t she?” Mom said. The King didn’t answer and walked away alone.
“Failed again!” The King angrily told himself.
The little baby slept, ate, and slept, waking up in the morning for a walk, and eating again at noon.
The King’s chance came again; it was nap time.
The King’s mom left the baby’s room: “Sweet dreams, my little Queen!”
The King waited until Mom walked to the other end of the hallway, swoosh! He darted into the bedroom. Swoosh! Easily, he took the crown.
Look! Quick, go show the ancestors.
The King walked to the hallway, as if participating in a parade, clutching his trophy—his sister’s crown.
“Hey, ancestors, did you see that?”
In the pictures, the ancestors remained silent.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” The King asked, tilting his head, “Talk, I’m listening, speak!”
In the pictures, the ancestors were still silent.
“Ah, I get it,” the King said, “Maybe you think waging a war against a baby is no big deal! Laugh, go ahead and laugh! So what if you laugh? The crown is mine now!”
“What,” the King complained, “What are you saying? I look ridiculous? No, I’m not ridiculous. I’m the King, but she…”
The King repeated, “I’m the King, but she…”
Suddenly, the King felt very sad. He looked at the little crown in his hand, not feeling as proud as he had imagined.
He turned to look at the ancestors.
“Keep going!” Grandma Carolina seemed to say from the frame.
“Have courage!” Great-Grandma Lily seemed to say too.
“Be strong!” Grandpa Leon seemed to order.
“Alright, alright,” the King finally admitted, “I do look ridiculous. I don’t care if my sister is a Queen. As for her crown, I will return it to her, right now.”
The King walked through the house with determination. He entered the Queen’s bedroom; she was awake, waving her arms in the bed.
“Here,” the King said, “This is your crown, little mosquito.”
Hearing her brother’s voice, the Queen smiled at him.
“Just laugh,” the King said, pouting, “I’m giving you back the crown, but don’t expect me to listen to you! Look!”
Saying this, the King made a funny face, grinning, curling his nose, waving his hands, and sticking out his tongue. The more funny faces the King made, the more the Queen laughed.
Suddenly, Mom and Dad entered the room.
“Oh,” Mom exclaimed, “You’re having so much fun!”
“Ah,” Dad said, “Only a great King can make a Queen laugh so happily. I’m so proud of you, my son.”
The King didn’t know what to say: “Uh, I just came to…”
Mom knelt down to the King, hugged him gently, and said softly, “You came to tell her you love her, just that simple, great King.”
The King didn’t answer, but he felt very proud.
He quickly went to the ancestors and told them how the King made funny faces, the Queen laughed at him, and he got praise from his parents. Ancestors, it seems it’s not so bad having my sister as a Queen.
As he left the photo wall, the King was sure he heard cheers: “Long live the King! Long live the Queen!”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
