I Am the Work

…about a young woman who always told the children she was babysitting that she turned into a mermaid at night, and they believed her.

What if one little boy went on believing her, even after he had grown and she told him it was all a game? What if he loved her and believed in her so strongly that to him she was indeed that magical creature? What sort of transformative power would that kind of love and faith have on her … particularly if life had not been kind to her and her own beliefs were gone?