“A Mother or a God Fairy?’’
The sky seemed clear after a relentless battle where the dark clouds had screamed and shouted with lightning. Yet, traces of tears were still there, reflecting off her tiny umbrella. She moved slowly along the crackling footpath, even though her eyes were on timeworn shoes with frayed gaps whispering tales of every journey. But her mind wandered in galaxies of thoughts—the thoughts of the God fairy her teacher had spoken of that day. A deep longing stirred within her, a desperate wish to be heard by the God fairy, to have her tiny desires woven into reality.
Diving into the sea of her thoughts, she reached home and ran to her mother. “Mama, do you think there lives a God fairy in the mountains who fulfills the wishes of people who write letters to her?” Her mother smiled and glanced into her daughter’s tiny, sparkling dove eyes. “Honey, what wishes do you want to be granted?” “It’s a secret. They say if you want your wishes to be fulfilled, keep them a secret between you and the God fairy. So, I’m going to write a letter to the God fairy. Will you post it for me, please, Mama?”
Her mother kissed her forehead and knelt before her. “Yes, love, I will.” The little girl giggled as if the God fairy herself had agreed to her request. That same evening, she spent most of her time writing the letter to the God fairy and handed it over to her mother when she was leaving for the office. Night arrived, darkness had taken over, and the moon and the stars were blushing. She sat by the window, hoping the God fairy would have read her letter. “Love, it’s time for bed,” her mother called her. She ran quickly to the bed. “Mama, did you post the letter?” Her eyes were full of curiosity. “Yes, honey, by now the God fairy would have read your letter and must be preparing to fulfill your wishes.” She smiled and slowly closed her eyes, while her mother gently draped the blanket over her, wrapping her in warmth and quiet love.
The clock struck 12 a.m., and there was a silence of peace. Suddenly, someone entered her room with faint steps, placed a note on her table and a box, then moved out of the room, glancing adorably at the sleeping girl. As the sun rose, hugging the sky tightly, its rays knocked at her window. She opened her eyes and couldn’t believe what she saw. She rubbed them twice in confusion. She read the note, and tears flowed through her eyes, bright as diamonds. She opened the box and saw the same pink Barbie shoes she had asked the God fairy for. She wore them and ran to her mother with the note in her hand. She clasped her mother’s hands and spun around in a whirl of joy and happiness.
“Mama, Mama, see who came last night and brought the exact shoes I had asked for!” “Who?” “Mama, the God fairy came, and she left a note saying, ‘My love, you will always find me beside you.’” She continued to twirl while her mother sat beside her on the chair, looking at her daughter adoringly, knowing it was she who had brought those shoes and written the letter. She had always been her daughter’s God fairy, giving her wings while her blood flowed through her daughter’s veins, up to her heart.