3Our life with Rosie was a dream. She started to walk and talk early, creating her ownfantasy world in the backyard, where fairies had a hiding place by the old fountain in thegarden.
“Daddy,” she said one day as I mowed the grass. “The queen of the fairies has invited meto a party.”
I smiled. “Can I come too?”
She looked at me from the playpen‟s window. “You wouldn‟t fit in her home.”
I pruned the plants as she reappeared from under her hiding place later on.
“How are the fairies?” I asked.She shrugged. “They send me to a lot of places with their magic wand. They wave it, saythe magic word and off I go.”
Rosie offered a cup to someone invisible, mumbling her own incantations in an enchantedworld no one else could see. I gathered my tools and made my way towards the shed.
“Daddy,” she called. “Do you want to meet my friends?”
I smiled. “All right.”
As I Crawled through the playpen‟s entrance, I found myself in a world full of dollies.
She fed them imaginary food while sitting on the floor.
“We‟re getting ready for the journey,” she said.
“What journey?” I asked.
“It‟s a secret.”
I wondered about her words. Rosie liked outings. She would wake up in the early hoursof the morning to help with the preparations, whenever we decided to go on holydays, andafter gathering her toy plates, she put them on a pile on the floor.
“I‟m tired, daddy,” she said.I shrugged. “We‟ll eat first and then you‟ll go to bed.”