Is that everything?

Emelda sat on a little stool in her grandma’s kitchen as Yemanja put on a pot of soup on the stove. There was an awkward silence growing between them and soon, Emelda found herself drawing little imaginary circles with her index finger all over her grandmother’s kitchen table.

Yemanja had her back turned to Emelda but she could almost tell what was going on. The energy from Emelda was consuming and Yemanja didn't need to be an all-powerful witch to notice it.

“What troubles you, my child?” Yemanja asked as she stirred her soup slowly with the wooden spatula in her hands.

“Nothing!” Emelda shrugged and sighed at the same time.

Slowly, Yemanja placed the spatula aside and turned to Emelda. She stared at her granddaughter keenly as she wiped her hands with the kitchen napkin.

“Don't lie to me, child. You know we have been through a lot these past few months. I do not want there to be any secrets between us. Yo