Some of you may have noticed that when I post on blogs etc I go by the name Fandina.
I use it in my email address and for anything else when I don’t want to use my real name. I have had questions in the past, like “What’s a fandina?” And I am constantly confused when people’s emails bounce back to them because they have typed in ‘sandina’ and I think to myself, “How silly! What’s a sandina???” 🙂
So here is the story.
Once upon a time, there was a teacher aide who worked with children aged 3-5 with special needs. She loved it and longed to take them all home with her but after one failed attempt in which neither the police, the parents, or her husband were happy, she contented herself with just spending time with the children through the day at her workplace.
There came to be a little girl named Krystal who had messy hair, an impish grin and sweetness in spades. The lovely teacher aide enjoyed spending time with her and they would sing and dance and play all day (or at least until the big mean nasty teachers told them to do some ‘work’).
One day, the teacher aide noticed that Krystal didn’t call her by her real name. She called her Fandina. The teacher aide knew this was because they had their own secret faery language and felt privileged to have a new name bestowed on her. Fandina then casually mentioned how sweet this was to one of the teachers over a cup of tea and a biscuit.
“Mmmmmmm, very interesting,” replied the teacher. “Maybe we should get her hearing checked.” The teacher aide wasn’t sure if the teacher was referring to her or Krystal, so she waited quietly to see what would happen next.
The next time Fandina went to work, she was told that it had been discovered that Krystal had significant hearing loss and that was why she was calling her Fandina – not, as the teacher aide had thought, because they had a special, magical bond.
Fandina felt disappointed until the teachers threw her a big party with cake and candles and balloons to celebrate how wonderful she was in alerting them to the fact of Krystal’s hearing loss. The teachers and parents were all so grateful that they had a monument erected in her name and the Prime Minister came to shake Fandina’s hand and give her an overseas holiday as a reward.
Fandina, who goes by that name to this day, and Krystal lived happily ever after (even though Fandina has no idea where she is now or if she would even remember her).
Disclaimer: certain parts of this story may have been changed to make it more interesting.