The plaza was still, no traffic entered, and the lazy day seemed to rub off on those walking by. At last the little girl sniffled and looked at the woman. "I don’t think it is true." The woman's eyes searched the child for answers. The child continued, "My mother used to tell me that whenever I saw a hummingbird then I'd have sweet dreams. She said they were the fairies that delivered dreams to children at nap time."
"What a beautiful story. I've never heard that story. I bet with your eyes the color of the skies you see many hummingbirds all around, and enjoy plenty of sweet dreams."
"No." Then she backed away still holding the earring. "No, I don't have sweet dreams. My daddy says I scream in my sleep."
were spoken, but two pair of eyes watched the women’s hands fold the paper over and over until at last a tiny bill appeared with wings that flapped. The woman held the bird on the palm of her hand. "Would you like to hold this little fairy bird?" The child nodded, as did her father. The woman smiled.