Once they were gone, I focused my energies anew, channeling all my witch power into the box this time.
But when I unleashed my full power on the box, it responded with a fierce wind, like a blade cutting through the air.
âAh!â The wind struck so swiftly that before I could react, it sliced my palm, causing blood to flow immediately.
I gasped, shocked by the sudden pain.
As my blood dripped onto the box, I reached for a tissue to clean it, but to my astonishment, the box clicked open, releasing a brilliant white Light.
I had to shield my eyes from the intense brightness.
Then, a voice that felt warm and familiar reached my ears.
âDebra, Iâve been waiting for you.
â
It was a kind, strong voice, filled with the love I recognized so well.
âHow have you been all these years?â
I stood there, stunned, feeling a rush of emotions, as the realization hit me.
That voiceâ¦
It was my motherâs!
Debraâs POV:
I moved my hand and opened my eyes cautiously.
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Night had fallen.
The roomâs light was on, casting a warm yellow glow.
In that light, I saw the figure I had longed for every day and night.
There she was, serene and smiling as if she had never left.
Her amber eyes met mine with a gentle gaze.
It was my mother, standing right there, alive and well.
The shock was overwhelming, making my heart race and my breath quicken.
I was in disbelief and pinched myself to confirm reality.
The pain confirmed this wasnât a dream.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I was shaking.
I wanted to speak but words failed me.
I could only look at her and stammer, âMom, is that you?â
I wondered if my longing had conjured up an illusion.
I extended a shaky hand to touch her face, seeking the warmth of her skin, but fear held me back.
What if she vanished upon contact? So, I retracted my hand quietly.
Seeing my confusion, my mother reassured me, âDebra, itâs really me.
Iâm here.
â
Her familiar, soothing voice nearly brought me to tears.
The presence I felt was undeniably real.