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She's a four-year-old girl, and people (especially her Dad) insist she's a boy.
Not that she isn't sometimes. She is. But not today! Today she's a girl. And Dad keeps saying that's not true, that God made her body perfect and she shouldn't second-guess God's plan for her. God made her a boy, so she's supposed to be a boy. And on the one hand that kinda makes sense. God doesn't make mistakes, right? So if she were really a girl sometimes, then she'd... what? Her body would change, she guesses. But on the other hand, she knows she's a girl. She's a girl with a peepee, that's obvious. She'd prefer not having a peepee when she's a girl, but it's not the worst thing ever. And if God doesn't make mistakes, God also didn't make her feel like a girl sometimes on accident, right? It must be part of His (because God is always a He, even though God made everyone, boys and girls, in His image, he's always a He, Dad says) plan.
She tells Dad that, today, and Dad gets angry, and yells at her, and she doesn't know why he's yelling. It makes sense to her! But he won't explain why she's wrong, he's just yelling, Dad's so mean, she hates him, and she's not crying, shut up, you're crying!
And now Mum's coming and she's talking to Dad, and that usually makes Dad stop yelling and go away but he won't stop now and Sadde's angry and afraid and hurt and she's running away. A part of her thinks that it doesn't make much sense to run away, the park is pretty open and she can't really hide anywhere, and she'll have to go back because she'll get hungry (not now, though, she just ate a sandwich).
So she runs until she finds some bushes where she can hide, and she hides there, and she doesn't cry, and she spends a long time not crying. Mum and Dad don't come after her, though, and after she's done not crying she doesn't wipe her eyes and her nose, and she comes out the other way of the bushes she was hiding in.
And she's pretty sure that's not the park.
...he snorts, and shakes his head. "That could be your nickname. Weird."
He scratches his head. "If someone has your name," he tries, slowly, "they can tell you to do things, and you have to do them."
"I don't know. You just do. You can't not do them."
"Well, Dad knows my name and he told me not to run away and I did it anyway."
He cocks his head. "Are you sure he knows your true name?"
"Chose—oh, right, I think I read that somewhere. All humans are breeders, right?"
"Breeders are fairies that come from other fairies."
"But you come from other humans!"
"Yes. When a man and a woman love each other very much, and they are married, they pray to God and He makes the baby appear in the woman's belly where it grows until it can leave."
He makes a disgusted face. "That sounds very gruesome. What happens if a woman loves another woman very much? Or a man and another man? And what's being married?"
She pauses, clearly never having considered those possibilities before. She slowly explains what a marriage is while she thinks: "A marriage is when two people who love each other very much promise to God they will be together forever. And I don't know what happens when two men or two women love each other like that," she admits.
"Forever? Really? That's a very long time. Who is this god person everyone has to promise things to and ask things from?"
She once again finds herself faced with a question she's never asked. She crosses her arms and thinks. "Dad says God created everything and everyone, and He loves everyone very much and wants us to be happy and love Him a lot and be good," she finally says, satisfied with her answer.
"Really? I've never heard of him. Did he create fairyland too?"
She blinks and her eyes widen in sudden realisation. "We're in fairyland?"
"We're obviously not in the mortal world!" he retorts.
"I know," he says, smugly. "But anyway. Did he?"
"Did god create fairyland?" he repeats patiently.