Who Am I

Aunt Sage's POV

     When I give her the necklace I almost told her what it was really for, luckily I don't think she noticed. I miss my sister of course but knowing she's alive makes it bearable, I know one day when Saturday is old enough I'll see her again.
     I think that Saturday's gift has surfaced. She's so young I feel bad for her but there is nothing I can do to help her, I have to pretend like it's the weirdest thing even
though it's common amongst our bloodline.
Maybe she'll tell me about it. Even then what would I do.
I turned my head to see where a soft thump emitted from the side of house I looked back at her- so young and naive- still reading her book and waiting for her breakfast. I'm about to turn back but then I saw them, fluttering around her head, while she looked around aimlessly trying to find them. "Breakfast's almost ready Saturday," I called interrupting the poor girls confusion.
"Yes Aunt Sage," she calmly replied the poor thing is trying to cover up the look of confusion on her face. She probably heard the thump and they started to talk her ear off.
I slid the last egg off the pan and onto the plate I walk out of the kitchen and placed the plates-one for her and one for me- in front of us," Breakfast is served," I said in my best British accent.
She smiled and looked up then stuck her nose right back in her book. I continued to watch her with one eyebrow quirked up and an expectant look on my face, finally I cleared my throat. She looks up and I raise both eyebrows. A large huff comes out of her mouth and I hold back a smile," You know the rule no books once breakfast is served." Saturday glowered at me, aggressively shoved her beaten bookmark in her book and dropped it on the floor. She's going to need some manners at the palace.
Once we had both finished our breakfast I cleared out dishes off the table and left them in the sink, I'll clean them once she leaves for school. " You wanna ride to school?" I called over my shoulder while filling the sink with hot water and soap. I looked over again and realized her nose was in her book again," Saturday?" I asked expectantly.
"Wha-yeah I ride to school would be nice thank you," she stuttered realizing I was talking to her. I smiled and turned back to the sink to turn off the water.
I walked over and dried my hands in the old towel my mother knot that was hanging from the stove handle. "Grab your stuff, I'll meet you in the car," I told her once more pulling her out of her book.
She put the book in her bag while she replied and grabbed her coat. I started the ignition and willed the old pickup to life while it sputtered and spat.