I think i always knew my father didn't really love me.But as a child i didn't want to believe it was true.I would always try to make him proud.I would try to be a good daughter and i thought it would work.
But i did notice that he didn't treat me exactly like he treated my other siblings.That i would always have to do a lot for him to look proud of me.I noticed that he didn't smile as much when i was the only one around .But i thought nothing of it.Or i didn't want to think about it too much.I wanted to believe he cared about me and would protect me just like  he promised.
Then a few years later he kicked me out of the house saying i wasn't a real whitch.That i am part human and that made me a shame to my family.
"But mom was human and you loved her!" I tried.But he just slamed the door in front of me.
Yes.I knew i didn't have the same  mother as my siblings and that mine was human.I knew all that but i didnt think i'd be kicked out  because of it.Or maybe i did, but i denied it until that day.