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Chapter 2

Timmy and Cosmo managed to get through the rest of the day just fine, although it was a little bit different without Wanda's sensibility. Timmy kept wondering how she was doing. He has never lost a parent before, so he had no idea how she felt.

The next day was a school day and that meant another day with Crocker, his fairy obsessed teacher, and not to mention, another day with more F's.

Timmy finished getting dressed and walked out the door, Cosmo changed himself into a pen so he wouldn't be noticed. Mr. Turner was saying something about trying to out do the Dinkleburges, but Timmy wasn't really paying that much attention. He walked out of the door and to the bus stop.

"Are you going to be ok without Wanda?" Timmy asked Cosmo since nobody was at the bus stop.

"What do you mean?" Cosmo asked, almost sounding offended.

"You aren't going to do anything stupid, especially with Mr. Crocker around, are you?" He asked with worry knowing that Wanda was the one who normally kept him in line.

"Everything will be ok, Timmy, you can leave it to me."

"That's what I was afraid of."

Fairy World

Wanda arrived to the house where she recognized a lot of her friends and family, there were even a bunch of fairies she didn't know, but she just figured that they knew her mother someway or another.

She flew around the house that she grew up in until she saw her father.

"Wanda!" he said when he saw her.

"Dad!" She flew over to him and they hugged each other very hard.

"I'm glad that you came."

"Of course I came, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, your mother and I knew what it was like to be fairy god parents."

"Cosmo's with Timmy, I'm sure that he can handle it," she all of a sudden started wondering how they were doing. She felt guilty that she had just now started to think about them, especially with Cosmo in charge. As much as she loved him, she knew that he was not the most competent fairy.

"That's why she asked me not to tell you how sick she was, she didn't want to worry you and take you away from your godchild."

"What!?" Wanda was shocked. "Are you trying to tell me that you knew that she was dying before you came and got me?"

"Neither of us wanted to take you from your godchild, unless you absolutely had to."

"But–"

"Why don't you go to your old room and take a nap?"

"Oh, dad, I love you," she said as she went upstairs.

Her old room looked just the way she remembered it before she married Cosmo and left home about ten thousand years ago. She was looking at some of the pictures that was left up, when her eyes set on one particular picture that her father took of her, her mother, and Cosmo right before they went on their first date. As she was remembering the events of that evening tears started coming down her cheeks once again. How could someone that's been there all her life, just die like that? Wanda knew that nothing was immortal, and she knew it was silly to ask herself those kind of questions, but she couldn't help herself. Then the most important question came to mind. How could her mother be dying and no one tell her that's what hurt her the most.