This morning there was a knock at the door. Standing outside was my present to myself: Rere.
It is now 3:00 in the afternoon. My kitchen is clean, the rugs are vacuumed, wood dusted, floors mopped, bathrooms cleaned, and there is Egyptian vegetable soup cooking on my stove. In my refrigerator is salad and tahina for the bread sitting on my counter. For snack the girls and I ate grapes and we have mangoes sitting in the refrigerator.
The funny thing is, I don’t remember going out for food or chopping any vegetables for soup. And I certainly haven’t mopped any floors today.
I have discovered that my mother has been wrong all of these years: magic fairies do exist. I just never realized that they speak Arabic.