~Five years later…
“Isleen, what has mama told you?” My five-year-old peers at me sheepishly before hurriedly lowering her gaze.
“Not to show my powers to anyone,” she mumbles. I can see her bottom lip wobble and it makes my chest constrict. I sign and pick her up in my arms. She immediately wounds her arms around my neck and her tiny feet latch around my hips.
I tuck away the wisps of blonde hair from her forehead. “It’s not bad to help a friend, but you know we can’t just heal anyone all of a sudden.”
“But mama… Taylor was hurt and he is my best friend,” she whines. I sigh. I am glad to be gifted with such a compassionate soul, but sometimes I can’t help but think if she would pay heed to my instruction.
“Is our grizzly bear giving a hard time to her mama?” I turn and smile when
