The child pointed at the strange structure against the fence and asked, ‘Grandma, what’s that?’
Grandma looked at the stack of bricks and wood with clay pots and other things stuck in between before replying, ‘it was a fairy hotel.’
‘It’s fallen apart now,’ Grandma pointed out.
The child pulled at the weeds thoughtfully and said, ‘can we fix it? If it’s pretty again the fairies might come back.’
Grandma smiled, ‘Yes, if we believe they will.’
The child smiled back and together they began working on repairing the hotel.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/08/01/3-august-2018/ with thanks).