Once upon a time a grandfather loved his granddaughters, Elle and Erica, with all his heart. Every time he saw them he would grow soft and mushy inside, a secret feeling he valued greatly and kept close.
One day he heard the older granddaughter, Elle, state that she was a fairy princess. For all the grandfather knew, she might well have been. Whenever she laughed or smiled, her blue eyes would twinkle and she would lift the grandfather's spirits as though by magic. He thought of her as a princess, and yes, one with magical powers. And he knew that if Elle had those powers, so would her sister, Erica, even though she was still too young to talk.
The grandfather decided that the mystical powers of Elle and Erica to so easily lift an old man's spirits needed to be recorded so others might understand how it felt to have such a magical fairy princess and her beautiful baby sister in the family.
He knew in his heart that Elle and Erica would soon forget they were fairy princesses. That is the way of the world. The very young learn how to walk and talk and think, but retain little of their day-to-day experiences as they become mature children. He knew their fairy princess days were numbered, but that in his way, he could give them something of themselves, to perhaps treasure all their lives. He could ensure they were fairy princesses forever.