Melilla and Her Magical Friend It was the crack of dawn. Melilla was sitting at the porch. She had a blank look starring into the horizon. It had been a long and dreary night. She sat on her rocking wooden peach swing, dangling her feet, mesmerized by the beauty of the morning, as she wiped her tears that fell like silent drops into the mug of her morning tea. The road had been too long. Her muscles ached and her heart churned. How long was this going to take place? she wondered. As she looked down and stared at the floor, swinging gently back and forth. Carrying the world on her shoulders. All of a sudden this tiny glimmer of light came flying towards her and sat on her right lap. It was very diamondly sparkly. As she got closer, she saw that this sparkly dangling light had tiny baby wings on it. Silent giggles arrived at her eardrums, laughter and joy secretly reached her heart from. It was a Fairy. Althought she always had wished for...