Papa knelt down and showered his daughter's hair with kisses. "That's where dreams come from, little one."
"Is that true?"
"Yes, the absolute truth."
They looked up stream and saw the rainbow end on a small boat where a beautiful woman reclined.
"Who's that lady?"
"That, Aurora, is your mother."
"But if she's coming from the rainbow, then she's a dream and not real."
Aurora faded away leaving a lonely old man, holding nothing but dreams.