One day walking down the street i saw a fairy. But my mom told me that I was old enough to no better.All i could think about that day was how wrong she was. I new it was real but she didnt want to believe me. I went down that street everyday to talk to the fairy. Her name was Amelia. I told her a bunch of stories about me but she didnt have any stories of her own. It was weird but o well. I loved to talk to her. She actually listened. Then one day i woke up and she wasnt there. It was all a dream but it felt so real. So i keep getting more clues that it was a sign. A sign of goodness. It felt so good to know that it was semi real but so cool. I loved Amelia like a sister.She was gone and i knew it.And i felt better that i new she was real and my life changed.