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Chapter 8: Can It Get Any Stranger?

*Thelma*

If there is anything about Ma that I have learnt over the years, it’s the fact that she isn’t good at bluffing. When Ma lies, she blinks rapidly and her voice becomes very high-pitched.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Thelma. What are you talking about?” Ma squeaks as her eyelids rapidly move and she averts her gaze from mine.

I know she is well aware of what I am talking about, yet I decide to retell the events anyway, in case she suffered some form of mild amnesia.

“I levitated yesterday, Ma. My eyes look more vomit green than their usual golden mix,” I start by saying.

Ma raises her hand and waves it in dismissal, “That is nothing, dear. Don’t worry about it. We will figure everything out soon.”

Nothing? Had she just dismissed the fact that I could levitate…equating it to something as mundane as having two hands? I flew…I fucking flew.

Ma had shown more concern when I had started my period. She had fussed over me like I was going to bleed to death. Ma had taken me to the
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