Constant trouble

Mila, the witch

"All right, Thomas, I've run the test you wanted. There are few bugs, nothing big, I've described everything in the report. I'd love to go through it with you, but I have to leave for today." I said to my co-worker Thomas, our front-end developer, while I was packing my bag.

"Yeah, thanks Eva. It's okay, I will be stuck here with these neverending change requests from Lucy, so I won't get to your report until tomorrow morning." said Thomas with frustration in his voice massaging his temples. I pat him on his shoulder and say goodbye. I have to go home, change my clothes and pack my training clothes for the rehearsal. I like to be in my training shorts and sport bra, even though I am not the one dancing. But if there is something I want to show the dancers, I prefer to be able to move properly. It's May and it could still be a little cold in the morning, but hot in the afternoon. So I want to change to some dress instead of trousers, shirt and sweater, which I had at work. I changed super quick, grab my sport bag and I am running down the stairs from my apartment. My telephone vibrate in my bag. It's a message from Mira, my sister.

"Meet you in the parking lot in about half an hour." Great, I have time to pick up the flowers I ordered for Mila. It's her birthday today. 80!

Mila is short for Emilia, such beautiful name, but no one ever called her that name. It's just Mila. For all the people and especially for kids. She was born and lived most of her life in the outlying hills near czechoslovakian borders. It's magical place. People, who lived and still live there, are strong in their beliefs. Mila is a witch and incantator. People from all the country came to her little cottage in the hills begging for help. She was mighty. In her 30s there were fake political processes in our country. Commies took everyone, who didn't bend his back and found a way to destroy him, her or whole families. Mila also wasn't the sweetheart of the communist party, because of her power, because she was free. So they put her in prison, tortured her and destroy her health so much she couldn't have children. Never married, she decided to help poor children in orphanages. And there she met me one day in the 80s. Little girl with blond hair. Always covered in bruises, which caused her the other children, because of her heterochromia (one eye green and the other blue), because she was different. She saved me from the horror of bullying. Partially by giving me hope and learning me, how to believe in myself, and most importantly by taking me in her foster care, when I was 10.

She already had Mira in her care. Mirjam, 12 years old back then, red haired Yugoslavian girl. Parents send her away from the conflict, that started in their country in early 90s. Few years back, she finally found out, that they didn't survive. Mila thought us a lot of magic, but Mira have a bigger talent for this. She is now a proper witch, I can tell.

Two years ago, Mila had a stroke and ended up in coma. We moved her to the hospice half an hour ride from the city. We put a lot of her stuff in there, so she could feel like home. I can mindlink her through my wolf Nila, so I can sometimes talk to her, when she is in the mood.

I pick up the flowers and went to my car parked near my apartment. It's an old Volkswagen golf, it used to be Mila's. Now I use it mostly to drive me and Mira to visit her.

I arrived to the parking lot near Mira's apartment house right in time. I saw her kissing her boyfriend Oscar goodbye. He waved at me and I waved back with a huge smile. I love that guy, such a nice lad.

"Hi, sis. Better hurry or this cake will melt down completely." she sit beside me and gave me a kiss on a cheek.

"Yes, ma'am, on your command." I replied and step on it. In 20 minutes we were there.