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Weejay's remark gave Wildfire pause and, abruptly, a notion blossomed like a colorful flower in her mind. "Weejay," she said, her chestnut eyes wrought but bright, "you do have a fairy." She wasn't really the spiritual type, necessarily, nor would she have put such whimsical notions in her daughter's head if not for these circumstances.

Gently moving so they were facing one another, Wildfire bent down so they were nose to nose and eye to eye. "Even if you can't see me, I'll always be with you." No, she didn't literally believe in the afterlife, nor in guardian angels, but Wildfire still liked to think there was truth to what she said. "I'll always be a part of you, no matter what, like your fairy godmother, only your fairy just-your-mother." Despite everything, that made her laugh quietly.