Rebecca’s Point of View
“Am I in trouble?” Mazi softly asked me as we walked into the treehouse.
“Why would you be in trouble Mazi?” I replied as I poured us each a big glass of lemonade that I made with fresh coconut water.
“Because I hurt Dewi” he stared at the floor.
“It seems to me that you were trying to protect Dewi, not hurt her. Come sit on the couch with me.” He did as I asked but he still wouldn’t look at me. “Can I tell you something about me?” He nodded yes, “I have the ability to see people differently than other people see them.”
“What does that mean?” He finally lifted his head enough to look at me.
“How can I explain this, okay, Dewi for example. When she shifted into the kitten, I still saw her as Dewi. I can also see things that people try to hide about themse
