A Random Bit of Something More
Fairy Story - Garden
There was a time, not long ago, when my mother’s garden was alive with the pittering of feathery wings. I used to spend hours spinning and bouncing my way through a magical world that seemed to be created just for me. I reveled in the enjoyment I got from the free-flow of imagination that seemed to occur in that garden. I used to believe. I used to believe in their world. I used to visit it on a daily basis, making friends and accumulating memories along the way.
It all changed the day she died, though. My mother was my saving grace - the one who knew how to cheer me on even my darkest days. Without her, I found myself retreating further into my room, forgetting all that was good and magical in this world.