I have an Aunty who believes her daughter, my cousin, was fathered by a Faerie.
The story goes, when she was 16 Aunty disappeared for a week and when she got back home, she was pregnant.
Mam says my grandparents were livid and told everyone outside the family that she went over to England with a pal on a shopping trip and was ‘taken advantage of’, by an English scoundrel, but Aunty tells a different story.
She says she remembers it well. It was broad daylight on the day of the Summer solstice and she was walking home from the bus-stop with two bags of groceries, when she heard some music coming from a nearby ringed fort.
She says she was smart enough not to go near the music but remembers stopping on the road just to listen.
Next thing she knows, she’s walking in the front door a week later and sick as a parrot.
The whole pregnancy was woeful and she was sent to hospital a handful of times in a dire state. Anyway, my cousin was born early but perfect, and so she has always been.
If it were me I’d probably be pissed with everyone thinking me Da was a Faerie, but it doesn’t bother my cousin at all. She just laughs.
Name withheld at request – County Roscommon