Estefania's P.O.V.

I had an easy life. Nothing to worry about, no doubts in the world. But I was still wondering about why my parents were the ones who had the magic and I didn't. I've always felt really bummed out about that because they never told me. I always felt so apart from the family. So different. "Mama, why do you have ice powers and I don't?" I asked her. I was only four.

"Oh sweetie," she said pulling me onto the sofa, "you were born special not having powers. You are different from both me and your dad. You should be happy."

"But mama, having ice powers is being special. I'm normal," I said to her. A tear fell from my eye. I never liked being normal.

"Honey. You're not normal. You're very different from every one of us. Just because you have ice magic doesn't mean you're different. I'm just a regular person. Just like you," she said tickling my stomach. A little giggle emitted from me which made me laugh even harder. "What really makes us different is what's in here," she softly said pointing to my chest. I looked at it and instantly knew what she was talking about. "Never doubt yourself. Even if other people say that you're normal or different, believe in yourself. Can you do me that favor?" she asked looking into my eyes. I always loved the way her eyes sparkled and their color. They were a very snowy blue and shone like diamonds.

"Yes, mama," I replied hugging her. In order to thank her, I did what I knew worked best.

"I love you, mama."