Secrets are interesting.

Momma said it was bad to be nosy. Momma said that secrets must stay secrets, and you can't ask anyone about them. But Momma also says to tell her everything. She says we can't keep secrets from her.

So why does she keep secrets from us?

I always wondered about the strange dreams I had, where I could feel the earth beneath my feet and the wind swirling around me. It was like I was in another world, where everything felt so familiar yet different at the same time. And then there were the moments when things just seemed to happen on their own - objects moving without anyone touching them, lights flickering without any explanation.

I tried to push these thoughts to the back of my mind, to ignore the strange occurrences that seemed to follow me wherever I went. But one day, everything changed.

It was a normal day, or so I thought. I was sitting in the kitchen, doing my homework, when suddenly the lights flickered and the room grew cold. I looked up to see my mother standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock.

"Momma, what's wrong?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

She hesitated for a moment, her hands trembling as she tried to find the right words. And then, in a soft voice, she said, "You have the gift, just like me. You come from a long line of witches, and it's time for you to embrace who you truly are."

I sat there in shock, my mind racing with a million questions. How could this be true? Why had she kept this from me for so long? And most importantly, what did it mean for my future?