She sat there at the picnic table hungry and impatient. They had ridden in the van for five hours without stopping. Now her dad was cooking on the grill at this campground. Why did they have to wait till he was done cooking? Mom could easily fix her a sandwich. Her mom, dad and older brother seemed happy to be here. She was irritated and impatient. This puzzled her. She had been looking forward to this camping trip just like the rest of them. But that last few miles seemed to take forever and it was like something had come over her. Like something was about to happen and she didn’t want to miss it. She felt like something was going on here and she was missing out.

She was about to ask her mom for at least a carrot to nibble on, when she heard young girls giggling. She turned quickly to where she thought the giggling had come from. All she saw was woods. As soon as she turned to ask her mom again, the giggling started again.

This time her mom saw her jerk her head around and stare at the edge of the woods. “You’re not seeing fairies again are you darling?”

The young white haired girl turned back to her mom with a puzzled look. She was only about ten and her hair was long thick, wavy and white. She wasn’t born with white hair. When her parents adopted her it was almost black and it really did not go with her green eyes. Her hair didn’t start turning white until she was almost four. “Fairies!?”

“Yes fairies. Are you seeing them again?” that irritating tone of teasing was in her voice.

“When did I see fairies?”

“I believe it was the last time we camped here.”

This news caught the young girl by surprise. She didn’t remember ever being here before. But then that might explain that feeling she was having about this place. She looked around then asked, “When was that mom?”

Her brother was standing there listening and grinning, “I think you were four and you were certainly a brat that summer.”

“She was only a small child then and didn’t know better,” their dad put in.