Now the Witch always knew she was different, and discovering just how different and why was a lifelong pursuit. Once she was old enough, she set about finding her birth parents. She found her mother, and as she got to know her it became apparent that NOT being raised by her was a good thing. She is the oldest child of her mother who was a 13th child.
When she was a very small child, she would play in the dirt like many small children do. She did not make “mud pies” though. She would make “potions”. She would gather specific leaves, berries, flowers or whatever caught her eye and mix them up like a witch would cook up a potion. Her play was memory driven. You see, when we are still small a portion of the memory of who we are remains with us. Most of us “grow out” of such things as we are taught that they aren’t real. The truth is that there is nothing more real. She was born a Witch.
The man she was told was her father turned out to not be. She never got to meet her actual father as he passed away a few years before she learned who he was, but she did determine when and where she was conceived.
She was conceived at a party on a Halloween night. How appropriate for a natural born Witch.
Being The Good Witch
A neighbor and friend had been struggling with some sort of illness for a while. He had no idea what it was for certain, but it had him quite down. The Witch mixed up a potion of cinnamon, cloves, garlic and honey infused with her intent that it heal him. She insisted that he drank the whole thing. He slept for 22 hours straight, and after he awoke he was well enough that he went out and cut a cord and half of firewood.