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Sometimes, when it's dark and I'm alone, I like to think back to when I was a toddler. Back then I could just close my eyes and dream of a fantasy world. I could ignore the people around me and just drift.
Back then I was naive to the judgement passed on me. I didn't know what infidelity meant. I didn't know why people always stared when I was with my father and his wife.
The word affair still haunts me to this day. And being a product of their adulterous actions only makes matters worse.
Back then I still had my mother. She cared then. When I fell she picked me up and kissed the blooming scabs on my knees. She kissed me goodnight and assured me she would never leave.
The last night I saw her she kissed me with guilty eyes and broke her promise.
Back then I wasn't a witch and I didn't have the secret to burden me. My only power was the music I could produce with my fingers.
But I guess wishes never come true. I can't be that naive four-year-old anymore.
