Besides, Jack loved baking, and she was enjoying herself too much to stop. She was finding it was great fun acting like someone's mother without the burden of responsibility. All she had to do was nurture and feed while someone else would do the disciplinary and the time-outs. Maybe, Jack was indeed the Spirit Animal as predicted by her ancestors, the one whom needed her protection. Yet, he was only a boy; how was it possible that he would one day be the maker of the destruction of the two worlds...
"We'll need ice cream to eat with the pie," Joanna said, removing a carton from the freezer: "Extra scoops?"
Jack nodded vigorously and she ruffled his hair. There was something about little boys. Boys in general adored their mothers. Girls were tricky. She knew the girls loved her, but she also understood that deep down, they blamed her for their father's absence. They didn't understand her, and sometimes she didn't understand how to talk to them. Everything she said was taken as criticism, as judgement. Over the years she had learned she should never comment on anything, especially when it was related to Jack.
This is a continuation free write prompt which turned into a short story novel. Perhaps, not so short anymore; anyhow hope you enjoy it. For previous prompts about the Witches of Farrenmore Heights; scroll below for each link
Ingrid Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18| Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21| Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25| Part 26| Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35| Part 36 \ Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40 | Part 42
