I laid down on the couch focusing on what my mother looked like. I pictured my mother’s long silver hair and deep violet eyes that only shine through when she is mad at Zeus or me. I imagined her favorite tree with her standing beside it. I started to see the spirit world when I first visited my mother, I started walking towards the tree and saw my mother kneeling in front of the tree. “Mom, are you ok?”
Mom must have been startled because she jumped, “Artemis what are you doing here?”
I just shook my head, she always acts like she doesn’t want to see me every time I come here and it is starting to hurt me more than I want to admit. “Mom I came here because we need to talk I mean an actual talk.” She just stared at me momentarily, “My sweet girl look at how much you have grown since you
