“Mom, I heard someone in the shed! They were begging for help, you need to come and help them” James rushed to explain as soon as he entered the house. His mother, however, dismissed him immediately “James, it’s just your imagination. There’s no one in that shed. Witches don’t exist. Now please don’t bother me and let me work” she said waving him off.
The weight of her words pressed on him, leaving him frustrated and defeated. How could she not believe him? He had heard it—he knew he had. But his mom didn’t believe him. She dismissed him like it was all in his head. Determined not to let it go, he turned and stormed back out. Outside, he looked around, hoping to find an adult—someone who might listen, someone who might understand.