Mom, why don't you have heeled shoes, like Paul's mom? And why don't we have a nanny, like Iris? And why don't you make a daily cake, like Vlad's grandmother? I got annoyed and told the child that I was a fairy and I didn't need all that. He looked at me suspiciously. What kind of fairy? What is your strength? All I could think of was the Balloon Fairy. I went to the bathroom (I told him I had to do some magic), applied gel and water to my nose and prayed that it would be like every night when I remove my make-up. It worked. I blew balloons out of my nostrils. Baloney. Win-win.
(Translated by Alma Teodora Miron / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.