"It will be fun!" I said.
My youngest did not want to participate in my newest craze, The Tarot. I had taken a beginner's class in reading the cards and thought I was hot shit now. I asked Lily to let me read her cards. Boy did she resist.
"No I really don't like that kind of thing, Mom. I DO NOT WANT TO DO IT. No, no, no."
I persisted. "It will be fun! It will only take a few minutes."
Lily, after much pushing, prodding, needling and encouragement, finally agreed to let me read a three card spread for her.
She shuffled, she cut, she put the deck back together and lay out three cards.
I took out my tiny small print guide from the deck and squinted at the information on those three cards. I perused the print-out from the class and continued to laboriously look them up. I came up empty, nada, zilch. Lily sat there while I struggled, resentful and morose.
I asked her what she saw, as I had been shown to do.
I swear to god in front of my very eyes, my youngest offspring did something I had no idea she could do.
She looked at those cards, went into a trance, and read them brilliantly without having to look up a thing.
This is my entry for @mariannewest freewrite challenge @mariannewest/day-520-5-minute-freewrite-sunday-prompt-psychic
It is an absolutely true story to the best of my recollections. Afterwards Lily told me she doesn't like to do stuff like that because she loses her Self.
The image is mine of the two of pentacles.