If the first fairy was born from the first laugh of the first baby,
and a new fairy is born from the first laugh of every baby thereafter,
do you ever stop and wonder where your fairy is today?
Sometimes I do.
I wonder where she is and what she’s doing.
Some may find such a thing silly for a woman of my age to still believe in magic and fairies,
but what’s the point of living a life without a little magic?
I always ask the garden fairies to keep a watchful eye over my plants,
and when they’re sick, I ask the fairies to help them get better.
I was trimming the roses of their old buds one day (I read that doing so will yield more flowers next growth), when I saw her,
a small fairy that greatly resembled myself gathering fallen rose petals, for what I don’t really know.
She looked up at me with the petals in her arms and then quickly flew away on silvery wings.
Some might say I was seeing things, that maybe it was really a bug of some sort and I just imagined it, but it was her.
I'll always believe.