Ximena
We went to work, trying to teach Dulce how to control her newfound gift. My daughter, descendant of Génesis Yatzil-Itzamatul, received one of her greatest gifts; a gift that has not been given to any other Wiccan on Earth. I was beside myself with excitement and worry. Thankfully, Yvonne didn’t plan to share this news with anyone until after Cree was bought back home.
“Yvonne, I’m trying!”
“Don’t get frustrated. Take a deep breath and concentrate.”
My daughter closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, scrunching her face up. She sighed.
“I can’t do this. You are all working my nerves right now.”
I could tell she was losing her temper. Her feistiness was starting to show.
“Dulce.” I placed my hands on her shoulders. “We are not trying to make you angry. We just need you to focus
