Once upon a time there was a (somewhat exhausted and slightly overweight) fairy who, for the purposes of this story, we shall call Faye.
Faye was among many, many other things, the family Birthday Fairy.
When the time arrived, year in, year out, thanks to the Birthday Fairy each of the children in the house would ‘magically’ receive carefully wrapped, thoughtful gifts, delicious homemade birthday cakes and treats, and a party at which they would be showered with gifts and love.
The Birthday Fairy mainly worked her magic alone, with the odd grunt of approval from her husband, who seem to be mostly oblivious to the work she did.
With her daughter’s birthday party rapidly approaching Faye was in preparation overdrive. She’d made and sent the party invitations, arranged and liaised with the venue, carefully chosen the party bags and gifts for each of the twenty guests, and bought all The Birthday Girl’s gifts, ready to surprise her with on the Big Day. The only thing she had yet to make was a princess cake for the party, as requested by the Birthday Girl herself. It would be fine though; Faye had a little time to spare, or at least she thought she did…
As tends to happen in these situations, the time Faye thought she had was eaten up by time spent ‘dealing’ with other things (such as randomly going partially deaf, but that’s a whole other story), and the cake she would normally lovingly make had to be bought from the bakery of a well know supermarket chain.
Faye, the Birthday Fairy, refused to feel any guilt. The shop-bought cake fit the ‘princess’ brief well enough, and she doubted (or at least hoped) the party guests wouldn’t notice the difference. After all, how many 3 and 4 year olds really even care who made the cake, as long are there is cake!
Faye was beginning to wonder if her husband, who should have know better, truly believed in the Birthday Fairy’s magical powers. The night before the party she sarcastically asked him, for what felt like the eleventy billionth time, if he thought that fairies arranged birthdays. Knowing that things would never change, and fairy wings and a tutu didn’t suit him anyway, she carried on with her Birthday Fairy role, regardless of sometimes wanting to pass on the powers, or at least share them for just a little while.
Faye threw on her magnanimous face, put her ‘wobble’ behind her (or some might say in front, if we’re judging by weight distribution), and busied herself with the final party preparations.
After all, any good fairy worth their salt never stops trying, does she…
*swishes magic wand*
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