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When the shit hit the fan when I was a kid I always knew I had a fairy godmother who was magic and did magic tricks and had sparkly face paint and was a wild woman and even if she couldn't fix whatever happened she could come to our house and put up a tent in the front yard and give me piggyback rides everywhere I wanted and didn't want to go. When I was older and going through my awkward adolescence she was my only refuge and every summer I slept on her hammock and ate her grape tomatoes and learned about bats and drumming and how to make wontons.
Things have happened that are terrible enough that my mother tells me that she is tired of me being brave all the time and everyone in my family tells me to call Louise, my godmother. And I won't. Because I'm an adult now and I don't want to go running to her for every terrible thing and because I don't believe in fairies or fairy godmothers anymore. And of all the terrible things isn't that just the worst?
Things have happened that are terrible enough that my mother tells me that she is tired of me being brave all the time and everyone in my family tells me to call Louise, my godmother. And I won't. Because I'm an adult now and I don't want to go running to her for every terrible thing and because I don't believe in fairies or fairy godmothers anymore. And of all the terrible things isn't that just the worst?