Camille Qurban

jewel-encrusted hunk of MDMF.

And I was really scared.

But she said, chill, just follow my lead.

So I did.

Before too long, Twinkle Toes was in demand.

I was really good with kids.

I'd babysat for years.

I'd babysat Chelsea Lambert that lived down the road from mum and dad's house.

She used to run down the street without telling her dad she was coming, always under the guise of wanting her hair done.

She'd have a brush and a handful of bubbles and whatever and she'd push through the door and say, I need plaits, dad can't do them.

I always obliged because Chelsea was gorgeous.

She was boisterous and bubbly.

She came bounding in one day when I was running off to work.

Mum said, no Chelsea, I'll do your hair today because Camille's got to go to work at Subway.

When I rocked up to the fairy party that morning, I heard the normal cheer and chatter in the lawn.

I walked in to the lounge room and the mum called out that the fairy was here and I saw them all come running in off the lawn and coming up the rear was Chelsea with eight plaits flapping.

She stopped dead in the doorway.

Her lips were pursed and her forehead was just wrinkled with confusion as she stared at me.

I was horrified.

I didn't know what to do.