For the longest time I’ve known I was different. I’ve tried my best to keep it hidden for the very reason that if I let it be known the things I could do, I would be looked upon as a freak. Like the bearded lady at the circus or the two-headed snake.
I’ve tried to keep myself secreted and unseen as much as possible these days. Even so, there are times when things just happen. I can’t explain it. What would I say to those who ask how I do what I do? That I’m magical? That I’m a witch? That I’m a supernatural being from another realm of the universe?
I guess the closest I can come to an explanation is that I have no choice. It all comes naturally. My granny said, before she passed, that I was chosen by a higher power to help those in need and change the things I can.
At one time in my life, I guess when I was very young, I was your normal everyday kid who got into trouble. Then when I was about ten, I guess, I started noticing that when I did certain things, like deadheading flowers for my granny, strange things would happen.
It was a warm day, a great one to plant new things, and to take care of the old ones, Granny said. She loved to put things in the ground. It was her green thumb calling, she always said. Anyway, she was kneeling at her flowerbed, digging holes for the marigolds she’d bought at the nursery. I was given the job of cutting off the dead leaves and dead flowers on the other bed.
Mama would bring us ice cold lemonade and tell me what a good job I was doing. While I did the job I was assigned to, my mind would wander, especially to that freckle-faced boy in my class who teased me without mercy. I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing, just automatically cutting the heads off and dropping them in the brown paper bag Granny always used to save the seeds.
As I touched one, it sprang back to life, the colors more vibrant, the leaves more green than they were before. I just about wet my pants. I screamed and scurried backward on my butt.
When Granny reached me, I was shaking so badly I couldn’t speak.
“What is it, honey? What’s wrong? Did you see a snake?”
I gasped for air strangling on my own words trying to get them out of my mouth.
“Now come on, Lexie, settle down and tell me what you saw that’s scaring you so badly.”
Still I couldn’t say anything. Tears poured out of my eyes like water over a waterfall. Granny called for Mama and she came running, pulling me onto her lap and rocking me like she used to when I had bad dreams.
Finally, I guess I must have collapsed for Mama gathered me up into her arms and took me inside, and put me to bed. I couldn’t stop shaking. Sobs racked my body. Granny said I was hysterical and Mama should call the doctor.
“Something happened out there, Teresa. She was cutting off the heads of the dead flowers and started screaming.”
I grabbed her arm and leaned toward her as close as I could. “Did you see it?” I whispered. “Did you see it?”
“See what, honey?” Granny said.
“The flower. It came back to life,” I said. “I touched it and it came back to life.”
With that, I closed my eyes and fell promptly asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept or even if I did sleep. Sometimes it seemed like I was drifting and couldn’t tell if I was awake or not.