Cursed

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“So, how are you going to fix this?” The psychic asked my Mom with a slight accent hidden in her voice.

My mom, who was sitting across the table from the psychic, stared at the ceiling in thought. I didn’t really think my Mom knew what a reasonable response to that question was, so she replied to her saying, “Do you have any suggestions?” I could tell that she was tentative.

“I have one. Since you don’t have any other ideas, you’ll just have to accept it.” She squinted her eyes, and the glitter that covered them sprinkled down to the floor. We were in a small room that was blank and unfilled. There was absolutely nothing in there except for the table, chairs, and the three of us. “I will have to give your daughter, here,” she pointed to me quickly, “a curse.”

My mom's eyes widened. “Why her? Why not me? I'm taking the blame.”

“I get to choose. You didn’t suggest me not to do anything to her.” She had a point. “Plus, it wouldn’t be a punishment if I gave the curse to you. You would rather me give it to you, instead your daughter. It all makes sense this way.” I was sitting on my mom’s lap, having no clue what was going on, or what would happen to me.

My mom was in complete shock, wanting to do anything to take what she did back. She was just hoping the curse wouldn’t be so bad. “Get it over with.” My mom promptly closed her eyes, so she wouldn’t have to watch. With her eyes still closed, she set my tiny body on the ground.

The psychic pulled out a stack of cards that were red and black. They looked ominous for just a stack of card. “Pick one.” She firmly told me. I gleefully took a card from the middle. But, just as soon as I took it out of the stack, she grabbed it out of my little hands. After she looked to see what was on the card, she started to smile.

“Suzanne, you can open your eyes.” The psychic said to my mom. Hesitantly, she did so.

“Oh Reese, are you okay?” My mom came to my side and I nodded my head, my blonde curls swaying. “Everything’s going to be okay.” Since I was so small, and my brain didn’t function like an adults yet, I couldn’t understand why she was saying these words to me. The only time she ever told me everything was going to be okay, was when something horrible happened. I didn’t understand why this was horrible yet. “What did she pick?” she directed her question to the psychic like it was inevitable.

The psychic had a smirk on her face. “She can now see spirits. Or, should I say, ghosts.” With that, she left my mom and I alone in the cramped room. Me smiling like it was the time of my life, and her crying.