I was only a little girl.

Yet, I knew that something wasn't right.

My father, he wouldn't open his eyes.

Mother and I would help him navigate.

It all started on the day when I had my powers sealed.

Had father sacrificed something in return?

In return of sealing my powers?

One day I asked him.

Yet, he changed the topic.

He was hiding something.

What I didn't understand was why he did it.

Why did he feel the need to seal me?

To seal my powers?

I could no longer cast magic like I once could.

I hated it.

But most of all...

I hated that papa couldn't see.

Were my powers that scary?

What if the seal were undone?

Would he suddenly regain the ability to see?

"Olivia," Papa called out.

I looked up.

His eyes were still shut.

"We're here," he continued.

In front of me was a tall white building.

The silver spire of the building reached out toward the heavens.

The blue sky which Father could never hope to see.

I got out of the car and made my way to the school gate.

I hugged my  parents and siblings.

My baby brother sniffled, rubbing his eyes.

His eyes were the same color as my father's.

"I'll be back during the holidays," I stated, patting his head.

With that, I walked past the gate.

Hoping to gradually unseal my powers.

Maybe that way, I could find a way to bring back my Papa's sight.