I don’t know if she’s really a girl. But I know that when I cry, she’s always next to me. She’s a bit funny and she tells me wonderful stories, so that I can tell them to others. Sometimes she changes her way to appear, but I know it’s always her. The first time she spoke to me I was very young, and I always used to cry. Even now, when she whispers fairy tales to my ears, and I can tell them, this consoles me…