Mother Loved Fairies.
At night the light shining from the cabinet
would fill the study with beautiful colors. This was my favorite room in the house on the hill. I of course had names for all of the rooms. This room I called Enchanted. Sometimes I would go outside and gaze at the glow coming thru the huge picture window. Colors of greens
and blues, red and yellows.
I remember one night while I was standing outside I saw Mother enter the study dressed in one of her beautiful flowing night gowns. The spring breeze was just strong enough to gently blow thru both Mothers hair and gown. The light from the fairies beamed onto Mother and suddenly it
seemed as if Mother had transformed into one of her treasures.
I watched from outside the window as Mother opened the glass door and one by one she held each fairy and danced. Softly, gently, barely moving yet still dancing with her
fairies as the breeze danced with her hair. Mother was enchanting. I had named this room perfectly.
I often wonder how people choose what they are going to collect. Is it really a choice? I remember asking Mother why she started her collection. She smiled, looked at me and said "why because of you my precious little boy". Mother gently touched my face, kissed my forehead and whispered
into my ear "one day you will understand".