“Perhaps I am the only person who, asked whether she were a witch or not, could truthfully say, “I do not know. I do know some very strange things have happened to me, or through me. – Lady Alice Rowhedge”
~ Norah Lofts, Bless This House
Last year the little girl from down the road at our city house knocked on my front door. The family had not lived in the street long, and I hadn’t met her or her siblings, although I had waved to them on occasion.
I could tell she was nervous.
“Excuse me,” she asked very shyly, “are you the Witch?”
Before I could say anything she pulled a fifty cent coin out of her pocket which she placed on the doormat at my feet.
“Can you turn my brother into a toad or a rat or something? Not forever, but just enough so he’ll stop pulling the heads off my dolls?”
We never got to finish the conversation because her brother and his friends turned up out the front on their scooters and she took off down the road, giggling like anything.
A few weeks ago she again made the nerve-wracking journey to my front door.
She’s taller this year, and gap-toothed. On that particular day her toenails were the most shocking shade of orange, with bright pink glitter. But her eyes were sad.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, not quite able to look at my face. “I know you’re probably very busy…”
“It’s no problem. I have time right now. Can I help you?” I tried to use my kindest smile.
“I don’t have much money.” Her words came out in a rush and she thrust a ziplocked bag at me with a five dollar note and some coins in it.
When I didn’t take it, she looked up, her face screwed up in something between desperation and defiance. “I can get more!”
“Why would you need to give me money?” I asked her gently.
“My granny is dying. I thought you could do a spell for me.”
Oh my. Her words just stole my breath away.
As she stared at me her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip began to tremble.
“You love her very much, don’t you?” I said.
The little girl nodded, tears spilling down her face.
“And I know that she loves you…”
As we spoke the little girl’s mother pulled her car up in front of our driveway. “Hurry up, Veronica. We need to get going!”
“Just a moment,” I called to the mother. “You’re going up to the hospital?” I said to Veronica, quietly so that her mum couldn’t hear. She nodded, yes. I stepped closer. “Honey, it’s your granny’s time to go. You make sure you get to hold her hand and whisper in her ear. Don’t be afraid. Tell her how much you love her and tell her it’s okay for her leave now. Ask her to watch over you and come visit you sometime. I know she will. Okay?”
“Okay,” she sniffed. “Thank you.”
And she scooted off to the car, leaving me wishing that I did have some kind of magical spell to take away the pain of little girls.
This afternoon I saw her again. She waved, and left her brother and his friends to come and stand at my fence.
Veronica’s face grew pinched, and she looked around to see if anyone was listening before she blurted out, “She smells like soap. That’s how I know she’s there. Granny, I mean.”
She ran over to the other children, not looking back, and I went inside to make a cup of tea. Maybe I gave her the right magic after all.
this was very uplifting. thank you.
Blessed Be…beautiful
How wonderful! Magic is real and the term witch is used for all of us who knowingly and unknowingly practice that art. In the movie “Practical Magic” one of the Aunts said “There is a little witch in all of us” and she is right. Magic is not evil, not is it always mixing potions nor casting spells, it is making the lives around us better when we can. 🙂 (From one with to another)
Veronica sounds like a very special kid. Someday you gotta tell her though that you do not posses magic powers 🙂
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My kind of witch!
K
So absolutely heart-warming <3
Beautiful! Thank you 😘
Beautiful…..like the others it brought tears of joy to my eyes! Thank you. I am so very happy for that little girl that she has you to turn to and that she knows that her gran will always be there with and for her. You brought great comfort to that girl!
How dear. I had tears. Beautiful picture you found for this post 🙂
You definitely did give her the right magic! *Hugs*
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this is just beautiful…
Nicole I have tears streaming…thank you for being you. xo
Orange nail vanish with sparkles love it
Cherryx
Yes we all would like it if there was some spell that would take the pain away, what you said to her was the right thing you were so kind to her and your words would had made her feel better
what a gift…so beautiful!
I have had a conversation with my daughter in law about her grandma this morning. I did ask the Universe for a quote or something ….. and it has provided the perfect post. Thanks Nicole. Wise words. Much love Cherie. .. PS thinking of you too and your next round… which will be one less you have to do 🙂
Ah, so you’re that woman 🙂 Your street is lucky indeed 🙂
thank you xxx
You are such a treasure Nicole; and I can so relate to the little girl’s obvious fascination with you. Wonderful X
Wow i got goosebumps reading this, thanks
blessings xxoo
So did I. 🙂
oh what a beautiful story! And what a brave little soul your little neighbour is. Truly Magical! Bless you Nicole!
P.S. I love the pictures you incorporate with your posts Nicole, beautiful, thought provoking, fun, and creative! thank you!
Lovely emotion and a wise magic. Now this little girl knows that magic is everywhere around all of us. You are a blessing. Hugs, Barbara