Titi Laiye

A fairy tale based on my Grandma. A story I will tell my own grandchild.

“Nothing is as it seems,” crooned Grandmother, leaning into the story Fatima, who was known by her family as Fifi, loved best and begged for every night. The story always began the same way but seemed to have no end. Every time Grandmother told the tale, the familiar became amorphous. Plot points ebbed and flowed. Fifi didn’t know if her sleepy happiness caused her to not pay attention as closely as she thought she was, or if Grandmother was flexible with the re-telling, probably more to keep herself interested than to prevent boring her granddaughter.