Fairy rings were always prevalent in any backyard I was near.
Overnight, they'd appear without fail, perfect circles that were utterly ordinary, except the sky might be a bit bluer; or a sparrow might fly through, then will have always been a grackle...

A friend's baby brother toddled in and came out a little taller; kinder...

On my 18th birthday a note fluttered out.
"Daughter, come home," it read.

I crumpled it; I was already home!

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