I I remember my mommy brought me here once.

We sat under the tree and she told me stories, they all had happy endings and then those horrible men came and took me away and I never saw her again.

Sometimes when people get scared they say and do terrible things.

I think you got so scared that you forgot who you are.

But I don't think you're a witch.

Not really.

You don't I think you're just a little kid with a really special gift.

Only everyone of people who don't understand her.

So we're not all that different at all.

But what about the people who hurt you?

Don't you ever want to make them suffer?

Well, yeah, but what good would that do you think just because there's bad people out there that there's no good ones either.

I thought the same thing for a while, but there's always someone out there for you somewhere.

I just want my mommy, I'm sorry, Aggie, she's gone.

That story you were telling?

How does it end?

I think that's up to you.

Is this where they buried me?

It's a pretty good place to sleep.

Then you can be with your mom again.