Those Moments

A Story for A Faery

Alright, this one took me a long time to work out.  I was inspired when I traveled to a Celtic region in France.  This isn't a very well panned out story, but I am very happy with it.  Hope you like!!! ~~~Smurfette

"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." ~~~ Roald Dahl

Can you count the number of stories that exist in our world and in our heads on one hand? I sure can't. I don't have that many fingers. If I did, I don't think I'd even be human; more like a hekatonkheires, a Greek mythical creature with one hundred hands. Look, there's one story already.  Stories are a pastime.  They have traveled across time and space and no one ever tires of telling them or listening to them.  They have their own life force. They grow and shrink and mold and transform into millions of varieties. Hey, I mean, look at the online reading community, Wattpad. It's the modern day treasure chest for stories! 

But, sadly, many old stories are lost or forgotten and replaced with new age knowledge and imagination.  Luckily, some stories are never lost; like the classic tale of knights fighting dragons to save damsels in distress; or the great sea voyage of a Greek soldier.  Those tales are written over a thousand times with the purpose of never losing the culture and life of human history.  The tradition of storytelling continues all over the world.  Around a campfire; at a dinner table; in a theatre; during a road trip and in many other scenarios.  All you need is a little imagination and creativity to spin a simple or complex one in your head. Stories are used to understand each other and inspire people to do great things. 

I never realized this... Until I met her. 

Now, before you go off and tell your best friend that you're reading this great romance story with so much action and depth to it, keep reading. This isn't a bestseller or a romantic comedy, it's not even going to make the charts. But, that doesn't matter, this is my story, and I'm going to tell it to you.

Every Sunday she would sit there, on her blanket in Sheep Meadow.  I didn't know this was how she spent her weekends until she told me later on.  Her blankets depicted the stars; that caught Amelia's attention the first day because she loved the stars.

My sister always told her to watch out for the stars because like many of the wonders in the universe, they needed care and attention, too. 

Amelia's father was not present for her birth.  He was sentenced to 20 years in prison for a crime I can't even begin to understand or tell you about.  Let's just say that bastard deserves every minute of the 16 years he has left.

This meant my wonderful sister, Anabelle, had to raise her newborn daughter on her own.

Well... Not entirely on her own, she had her family to help. We were all there for her; even when she suffered those last hours of her short life in the hospital. Some crazy drunk stepped in front of her car, sending her off the road as she tried to avoid him. Luckily, Amelia was with her grandparents at the time. Her mom had been coming to pick her up...

Everything became hard after her death. It was hard to talk, smile, even get out of bed in the morning. The hardest part? Amelia. With both her parents gone, she had no one; until a lawyer knocked at my studio apartment door with a briefcase and a four year old at the hip. My dear sister signed Amelia over to me as her legal guardian in case anything happened to her. Without telling me.

Thanks sis.

So, there I was trying to raise my niece off of a waiter's salary. At least I was working at Daniel's, the second most expensive restaurant in New York according to CBS. You can probably imagine they pay their garçons well. Although, that's only my weekend job (including Friday night). During the week, I spend my afternoons working on my art and watching over Amelia. I was an art major in college and I continued it once I was done, but I never aspired to be a great artist and hang my work in every gallery. I make a little bit off of them every once in a while when a friend or a friend of a friend is interested.