The Fairy

“But why would they send us an invitation?” Vian asks her Father.

“I don’t have any idea, dear.” Her sweet father is seated in a rocking chair on their front porch, watching birds eat the remaining feed from the chickens she fed earlier.

“Did they think I’m a man?” Well, she gets that often. Her name is usually used as a boy’s name. He is supposed to be a boy.

Vian Justine Galani. She’s a Diwata. A nymph, as their current country calls them. She has shoulder-length bob cut hair, a tall and lean figure, and a fair complexion. They traveled from the Philippines because of a call for help of one of their kind. They haven’t tried going back yet.

Her father laughed heartily as her mother set the cup of tea on the table beside his chair. She just sighed as Vian was walking back and forth. It’s kinda embarrassing and annoying. They didn’t even check their information.

“Well, I’m going there just to make fun of them.” she went inside.

“Vian. You know that is not good practice.” her mother arg