“Remember Amirah that this gift you have would make people desire you. They’ll try to steal you from us and take you to use your gift without permission or consideration. We are not ashamed of your gift, and you should not be either, but to survive you must hide it from everyone except us.” Mother ties my scarf around my head before cupping my cheeks with trembling hands. I didn’t know it then but the look she gave me wasn’t shame, but it was her own desperation of keeping me alive. The scarf she ties around me is her prayer. A tether attached to her. I didn’t know it then but days ago they found Piaget after years of being gone.
Someone so like me and close to me. Someone that I knew and played within the oasis whenever our clans meet. Our families are close as those with gifted children
