Saturday, September 11, 2004
fairies in the corn field
When my mother was young, about the age of 10, she recalls seeing strange creatures. She saw tiny girls that looked like dragon flies from a distance. On a closer look, they are pale colored little human-like creatures. She saw four of them with baskets, climbing a corn stalk, as if wanting to get the corn but it is too big for them. In amazement, she just stood there looking.
Grandpa came and she pointed to the little girls without a word. He saw them, too. Then, he smiled and said, "I am happy that you could see them, too. I hope you will also have my gift of seeing them. They are really nice."
The next day, mother went to school and told her classmates about those little creatures. They taunted her of imagining things, of being crazy, and of being a liar. From that point, the neighbors always taunted her. They always told her to look for fairies everywhere. They asked her to see if there are fairies around the trees, the school, the pond, and the fields. She cried everytime they do that. Sadly, she saw them no more. Grandpa died and we never found out about those little creatures.
Did they feel bad that she told other people about them? We may never know.
Grandpa came and she pointed to the little girls without a word. He saw them, too. Then, he smiled and said, "I am happy that you could see them, too. I hope you will also have my gift of seeing them. They are really nice."
The next day, mother went to school and told her classmates about those little creatures. They taunted her of imagining things, of being crazy, and of being a liar. From that point, the neighbors always taunted her. They always told her to look for fairies everywhere. They asked her to see if there are fairies around the trees, the school, the pond, and the fields. She cried everytime they do that. Sadly, she saw them no more. Grandpa died and we never found out about those little creatures.
Did they feel bad that she told other people about them? We may never know.
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