Witch

Days later...

From the window, Lussandra could see Kataleya drawing in the sand and Kilaila was by her side. The lady wanted to know what was going on in her daughter's head, she wanted to know what Maná said even though deep down she had the answer. She turned away from the window, preparing lunch, trying to deal with Kataleya's distancing. The little girl had barely spoken for four days, she didn't want to talk to anyone.

One day when “ What happened, daughter? “ Lussandra commented looking at Kilaila who looked sad.

“ Kataleya, she doesn't want to play with me!"

- Why?"

“ She's drawing in the sand."

“ Draw with her!"

“ She won't let me touch her drawing! She looks different mom! Don't joke, don't laugh, don't talk"

“ We have to have a little patience, she…"

“ I know, I just wanted her to go back to what she was!"

Lussandra remained silent without knowing what to say.

“She barely talks to me now, she just draws. She always makes the same drawing!"

“ What does she draw?"

“ A boat, sh