Dear Lila,
You never mentioned just how challenging adulthood would be.
Recently, I stumbled upon all the letters you penned to me in your whimsical fairy handwriting. Don’t fret; I’ve safeguarded them in a small heart-shaped box, along with those other sentimental trinkets I wouldn’t let Mom toss out. Your letters are precious reminders of the past and, in many ways, they’ve shaped who I am today.
You began writing to me when I was around 7 or 8. My friend Mia had a fairy named Twinkle, which led me to discover my very own guardian. I eagerly reached out to you, inviting you to be my friend.
Your reply came swiftly, and you introduced yourself as Lila.
For years, our correspondence continued. I would leave notes by my bedside, and while I drifted into dreamland, you would flit into my room, leaving behind your tiny messages. You were there for all my emotions—happy, sad, angry, or confused. You never missed a beat, always arriving just when I needed you, often with little gifts like sparkly hairpins for your “Shining Star.”
You inquired about my family as if you knew them well. You taught me valuable lessons about tidiness, the joy of sharing, and the importance of being kind to my little brother: “He’s special, so try not to resent him.”
You were right, Lila, about my brother. I blinked, and he transformed into a thoughtful, capable man who carries a briefcase and is always there to support me. When I reach out, he answers without hesitation, always ready to help.
You cleverly encouraged me to express affection to my parents, reminding me, “It brings them joy! They work tirelessly for you.” Time and again, you urged me, “Remember to smile!” as if you could foresee the tears that awaited me.
“Keep smiling and the world will respond positively!” you wrote. But, Lila, sometimes the world doesn’t smile back. Maybe you intentionally left that part out.
The day eventually came when you informed me that you had to move on, to a new little girl who needed you more than I did. I hope you’re with a special child now, one who needs your comfort during her darkest nights. I remember you mentioning that you were late once because you were helping sick little ones. If that’s still true, I hope you’re guiding them, showing them they’re never alone in this daunting world.
You noted that girls my age often write only when they need guidance.
“Do you require some advice?”
Yes, Lila, I do need some guidance.
I’ve been searching for you. Where did you go? I’m still here. I grew up, learned to drive, attended college, found a job, started paying bills, and moved far away from home. I know it might be hard to locate me now, thousands of miles from my childhood, but please keep searching. I’m right here.
With each passing year, I grew and evolved, just as you suggested. Why? Because you instilled in me the belief that growing up means learning to smile.
On occasion, you showed me how to help my friends see that you were real, to help them believe in something so small it’s almost invisible. You told me to wear the locket you gifted me, a symbol of your existence for those who couldn’t believe. You also advised me to cherish your little notes, as they held beautiful lessons I could pass on forever.
I’ve kept them safe, Lila. They’re treasures I promise to share with the next little girl who needs to hear your wisdom.
I’m writing to you now, despite your earlier proclamation that I was too old. I’m reaching out, hoping you’ll hear me. There have been others who didn’t respond as promptly as you always did. They weren’t there when I cried.
This journey into adulthood is more challenging than you ever prepared me for.
And one last thing, Lila, I forgot to express my gratitude.
Even if you didn’t prepare me for the difficulties of life, I know you did your best to equip me for the winding road ahead. You were always there, responding to my tear-stained letters and showering me with love in the smallest yet most profound ways.
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Summary
This heartfelt letter is a tribute from an adult reflecting on the influence of her childhood fairy, Lila, who provided guidance and support during her formative years. The writer expresses gratitude for the lessons learned, even as she navigates the complexities of adulthood.