The fairy was in plain sight.
Visible, but never really seen.
Slammed, she fell to the ground, broken, but all the pieces recovered.
Put up on the shelf, she aged.
Never flying, never singing, never shining.
Until one day, daddy was clearing the fluff away.
And he discovered the broken fairy.
He really saw the fairy, and could not let her stay this way.
Carefully, he put the pieces back.
Cracks still showed, and the fairy wasn’t perfect, but daddy continued.
All we can do is wait and pray.
Pray for the fairy to spread her wings again, and be seen by this world.
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