[DIANA’s Point of View]
I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew Mom was in great pain.
Maybe not physically. The agony in her eyes as it darkened brought a wrenching feeling in my stomach, and I fought not to cry. No. I promised Devon I wouldn’t cry in front of Mom and Dad. We promised each other that we would look and stay strong for both of them.
But how?
It hurts to see the despair on Mom and Dad’s faces. They were fighting for me and Devon. They were fighting for our future. And I wish we could do something to help. I wish I could do more to save Dad from the curse. Sadly, I was just a little girl who could see omens and signs, and at that moment, the power I possessed wasn’t helpful at all.
[Don’t feel bad about yourself, Diana.]
