“Your daughter has done a lot of bad things, but she still has a chance for forgiveness.” As soon as I said these words Greta looked at me. Her face showed confusion, and her eyes slowly changed from cold to an expression I would choose to describe as hopeful.

  “What do you mean by a chance for forgiveness?” Greta asked, and I could tell she was holding herself back.

  “It means, that at least to me, that if you work your hardest you can become free from your past.” I said cryptically.

  “Can you tell me in simpler words?” Greta asked again.

  “It means that I have forgiven you, and if you are sincere others can forgive you as well.” I said sincerely.

  “But I have done too much. I can’t possibly be forgiven.” Greta said her voice filled with regret.

  “I have forgiven you.” I repeated my words, I told the truth.

  “Why? How could you forgive me after what I did to you?” Greta tried to make her point, but her hands here gripped so tightly together they were white.

  “I don’t need a reason to forgive you. I only know that at this point I can do so.” It was true I had no logical basis for my forgiveness, but it wasn’t like there was absolutely nothing.

  When I first learned the truth about my power I thought it was impossible for people to feel guilty about so many things. Then the thought came to me that only deep down they felt guilty about it, and that they didn’t even know about it.

  However, right now I knew that Greta was feeling deep guilt and trauma for everything she had done. I know that people don’t consider guilt a reason for forgiveness, but I had a feeling. This feeling came from deep in my heart and I couldn’t ignore it. The feeling was screaming as loud as it could, trying to make itself heard.

  I knew that at this point I could without a doubt forgive her, I did not know the reason or the rhyme, but I would be able to forgive her from the bottom of my heart.

  “Why did you have to answer like that? You obviously have no reason to forgive me, nobody would blink twice if you hated my guts, or wished I was dead. Yet you still…” She stopped suddenly and started to cry, and soon enough her mother joined her.

  Their crying lasted a long time before Greta finally stopped suddenly. She stood up, walked to the sink, drank a glass of water, and finally sat down again. Her flushed face was wet with tears but she wore a serious expression. I offered a handkerchief, which she accepted, she stoically wiped down her face and then her mothers.

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  She finally faced me head on and asked, “What do I do now?”

  “Get a job.” I said.

  “Why?” She asked. I could tell she wasn’t doubting me, but sincerely wanted to learn.

  “Because you need money, you have to pay for all the things you have taken.” I responded no differently to the situation.

  “Then I can-” Her mother started, but I already knew where she was headed.

  “She needs to earn the money herself, otherwise there will be no point.” I interrupted, and her mother nodded while in deep thought.

  “Okay, I will get a job, but how do I help you?” she said with a very serious expression.

  “I will call you when the time is right to testify.” I answered completely seriously.

  “Is testifying the only thing I can do to help you?” She asked. I thought for a second before replying.

  “Gain forgiveness for yourself, that way my trust in you won’t be wasted.” I said.

  “I meant for you specifically. I want to help you.” She said in a desperate voice.

  “I need you to not go to school for a couple of days.” I said hiding my own emotions.

  “How would that be helping you?” Greta asked grumpily.

  “If you go to school now, it will ruin my plans.” I continued.

  “Okay.” she responded but she had clearly lost some motivation.

  “But I will remember to call for your help in the future.” I added on, which made her regain a bit of her previous energy.

  “Make sure to take good care of your mother.” I added on before leaving.

  Few people had a mother as good as hers.

  I walked around aimlessly, and I hoped to discover something I hadn’t seen before. I wandered from place to place, until I eventually found a path. It was a dirt path with lots of brush interrupting travel. It seemed like a place a person would just glance over before continuing to walk.

  However, I saw footprints leading into the brush of the path. A sudden curiosity took control, and I decided to follow it.

  Walking through the brush was difficult, and the state of my clothes didn’t help. I could feel all kinds of branches and leaves scraping and brushing against my wounds.

  I finally broke through the brush with my body, and followed the path up a hill. On the hillside was a huge bed of white flowers.

  A word escaped my mouth, “Beautiful.”

  I stood in awe just experiencing what was around me. The white of the flowers were so pure, a white that could never be replicated by humanity. The pure white color filled the entire hillside, like a fuzzy blanket. I crouched down to look at the flowers. I grabbed a stem, and plucked it from the others. I didn’t know until after that the flower had thorns.

  I found another thing that I like.