It was May 11th, 2025, and something very strange was happening in the quiet town of Windybrook.
At exactly 6:03 AM, the sky turned pink.
Not just any pink. It was the soft, glowing shade of strawberry milk with swirls of cotton candy, as if the sky itself had decided to wear a silk dress for the occasion. Birds chirped sweeter tunes, and a breeze carried the scent of warm pancakes and roses through every open window.
Seven-year-old Ellie Thompson sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes.
"Is it my birthday?" she asked aloud, blinking at the glowing ceiling.
“No,” said a voice from the hallway. “It’s even better.”
Ellie’s mom walked in, already dressed in her usual jeans and sunshine-yellow hoodie. But today, there was something… sparkly about her. Like her smile had caught a bit of stardust.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” Ellie squealed, running into her arms.
“I was hoping you'd say that,” Mom laughed, squeezing her tightly.
Downstairs, something magical was happening. The kitchen table had decorated itself. There were heart-shaped waffles, tiny twinkling candles, and a cup of coffee that actually hummed. Ellie gasped.
“I didn’t do this,” she whispered.
“Neither did I,” said Mom. “But I do know who did.”
Suddenly, a puff of golden smoke appeared on the countertop. Out of it floated a creature no taller than a kitten, with glittery wings and a spatula for a wand.
“Name’s Momo,” it said, “and I’m the Official Mother’s Day Fairy for 2025. Special delivery for the world’s best mom!”
Ellie and her mom stared, mouths open.
Momo twirled its spatula and more golden puffs filled the room. Pictures appeared on the walls—moving ones!—of every hug, every bedtime story, every school lunch packed with care.
One picture showed Ellie’s mom sitting up all night by her bed when she had the flu. Another showed her dancing in the kitchen to Ellie’s favorite song, even though it was raining outside. One even showed her sewing Ellie's Halloween costume with one hand while stirring soup with the other.
“How did you get those?” Ellie whispered.
“They’re in the Book of Mom Moments,” Momo said proudly. “Every mom has one. We keep it in the Cloud Library. Literally. It floats over the earth.”
Mom’s eyes filled with tears.
“I don’t need a magic fairy to feel special,” she said, holding Ellie’s hand. “You make every day feel like Mother’s Day.”
Momo sniffled and wiped a tiny tear with its wing.
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all week,” it said. “Well, almost the best. The best was when a baby walrus in Alaska gave his mom a fish bouquet.”
They all laughed.
That afternoon, Windybrook stayed under the pink sky, and every mother in town found surprises waiting for them. Some got music in their gardens. Others got talking photo frames. One mom even got a puppy that could paint.
But Ellie knew her mom’s gift was the most magical of all—because it came from a place no fairy could enchant: the heart.
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