“Walk away from casting spells. Stop the witchcraft!,” the voice roars on later in my dream, as I sit up with a sweaty feeling and head to the kitchen for a tall glass of water.
In a box tucked away in a closet, I fumble around until I find my old baby book. I flip through pages until I find a birth announcement, grade school news, and birthday parties. I look at a selection of photos, me and you posing, smiling and happy in front of the camera. We were happy. I can see that we were happy.
In the back of the book, I noticed a letter tucked behind an envelope. It was stuffed behind a cream envelope, this, a surprise.
If you are reading this letter I hope I am safe. I hope I have found a way to sever my relationship with your father. I did not realize he was a warlock and dabbled in voodoo. I did not realize he was abusive and controlling. I hope as you read between the lines you will find that I was able to escape and we both are free.