Where Magic Comes From....

Once, there was a little boy who asked his Grandmother a very special question.
"Nenek, is there such a thing as magic?"
"Why, yes my child. Yes,there is magic,"said the grandmother in surprise.
"Nek, where does it come from?".
Grandmother slowly smiled. Then she grabbed the little boy and tickled his tummy. Their laughter filled the room and bounced around the house.
"Child, do you know what that sound was?"
"Yes Nenek.That was laughter."
"That, my child, was magic. When you laugh, it makes the fairies dance."
"Really?"
Then the Grandmother smiled lovingly at the little boy. The boy smiled happily back.
"Do you know what you are doing child?"
"Yes, nenek. We are smiling."
"it's magic child. when we smile, it floats on the air to everyone around us. then, they smile too."
"really?'
then the grandmother took the little boy's hand and led him outside. they laid down in the grass and stared up at the clouds.
"tell me child. what do you see?"
"i see clouds, nenek"
"it's magic child.if you look, you can see anything you want in the clouds.close your eyes, wish and then look. you'll find your wish up there."
"really?"
that night, when the little boy went to bed, the grandmother gave him a good night hug."do you know what this is,child?"
"it is a hug,nek"
"This is magic,child. when you give someone a hug, you pass on love and protection.
"really?"
then the grandmother pulled the blankets up and tuck the little boy in for the night.
"now,child, can you tell me where the magic comes from?"
"yes, nenek,"the little boy said with a sleepy yawn.
"magic comes from me."