My dad used to read to me. Then he taught me how to read. One of my favoirtes was “The Little Rabbit Who Wanted Red Wings.” The book was red leatherette with black lettering and an illustration of a rabbit with wings on the cover. I still have my copy. I read the story to Only and to Stormy. A love of reading is the greatest gift you can give or receive. The Universe agrees with me. Mostly.
Silver, would a loving parent ever give a child a story to read that didn’t have a wonderfully happy ending?
No. Never.
But they might add, “Whatever you do, don’t stop reading at the scary parts!”
My life-advice exactly,
The Universe
©www.tut.comP.S. It’s the same for living a lifetime, Silver… not that there’s really an ending.
Not all books have happy endings. Some books just have the scary parts and end there. Yeah…nope. I think that’s why I’ve always been drawn to romance and the various subgenres of romance. I KNOW I’m going to have that HEA at the end of the book. And it’s boing to make me happy. Don’t get me wrong, I like the scary parts. And the angry parts. And the sad parts. But ONLY if the book ends on the HAPPY. And yes, I want my life to be the same.
Silver James 
I feel the same way. I love all the angst, but have to have that HEA or at least know a sequel is coming where I will get the HEA.
Life should have the HEA too 🥰.
A Happy Right Now and/or Happy For Now (seen it desribed both ways) also works which is more like RL. But yeah. I’m all about the happy when push comes to shove! 🥰