Dear Lila,
You never mentioned how challenging this adulting gig would be.
Recently, I stumbled upon the collection of letters you penned to me over the years, written in your whimsical fairy script. Don’t fret; I’ve safeguarded them in a heart-shaped box alongside all the other sentimental treasures I refused to let Mom discard. Your delicate notes hold a special place in my heart, and I believe they have played a significant role in shaping who I am today.
You began writing to me when I was about 7 or 8 years old. My friend Hannah introduced me to her fairy, Sparkle, at a sleepover, and that’s when I realized I had my very own fairy. I eagerly reached out to you, asking you to be my friend, and your prompt reply introduced me to the enchanting world of Lila.
For years, we exchanged letters. I’d leave a note by my bedside, and while I danced in my dreams, you’d sneak in, leaving your tiny, heartfelt messages. You arrived whenever I penned my feelings—be it joy, sadness, anger, or confusion—always on time. You gifted me with little surprises, like golden earrings for your “Golden Girl.”
You inquired about my family as if you already knew them inside and out. You taught me the importance of a tidy room, the joy of sharing, and how to treat my little brother with kindness: “Never forget how special it is to have a brother.”
You were spot on about that brother of mine, Lila. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a caring, smart man. He shaves, carries a briefcase, and earns a living. And whenever I find myself in need, he’s just a phone call away, always ready to listen and rescue me.
You were quite clever, Lila, guiding me to express sweet words to my parents: “It brings them joy! They work so hard for you.” Time and again, you reminded me to smile, as if you could foresee my future tears.
“Keep smiling, and the world will smile back at you!” you wrote. But, Lila, sometimes the world just doesn’t respond. I wonder if you intentionally left that part out.
Then came the bittersweet day when you told me it was time for you to fly away, that I had grown too big for your magic. I hope you are with another special little girl who needs you during her darkest nights. I recall you mentioning once that you were delayed because you were helping sick children. If that’s still true, I hope you’re teaching them they’re never alone in this daunting world.
You mentioned that girls my age often only write when they need guidance. “Do you seek advice?” you asked. Yes, Lila, I do need some wisdom.
“I’ve been searching for you. Why did you leave?”
I’m still right here. I’ve matured, learned to drive, attended college, landed a job, and moved away from home. I’m sure it’s difficult to find me, thousands of miles from my childhood and family. But please keep looking—I promise I’m still here.
I grew year by year, decision by decision. Why? Because you taught me that growing up meant learning to smile.
Occasionally, you showed me how to help my friends believe in your magic, how to share your existence with those who couldn’t see you. You encouraged me to wear the locket you gifted me, a symbol for those who doubted that you were real. You inspired me to cherish your letters, creating beautiful memories filled with your invaluable lessons.
I’ve kept them safe, Lila. They’re precious stories that I vow to share with the next little girl who needs them.
I’m reaching out to you now, even though you told me I was too old for letters. I’m writing to see if you’ll respond. If you find my note, will you let me know? Over the years, there have been others who didn’t respond as quickly as you did. They didn’t always come when I cried.
This adulting journey, well, it’s tougher than you ever explained.
And Lila, one last thing—I forgot to say thank you.
Even if you didn’t prepare me for the challenges of life, I know you tried your best to equip me for the winding path ahead. You were always there, answering every tear-soaked note and showing me love in the smallest yet most profound ways.
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In summary, this heartfelt note serves as a reminder of the invaluable lessons imparted by my childhood fairy, Lila. Though life can be challenging, the magic of those memories continues to guide me.
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