“Mirage” I feel Dad’s hand on my shoulder before I heard him. He looks lightly at me with enough empathy he could probably muster. “The witches are waiting”
The witches in the mountain completely slipped off my mind since there were so many pressing issues other than that. I sit slowly on the couch of our new temporary home. It seems incredibly awful to me that we kept moving like nomads.
No permanent home to etch your memories into. I’ve always dreamed of having one, me and my family whether I’ll ever have one just living in one big house. I let myself dream that kind of impossible ideal with Miguel since he was human and didn’t have any dispositions about me being a hybrid other than his insecurity of the soulmate’s thing.
He was always scared that one day I’ll leave him for Frier th
