Granny continued her narration.
A witch had been in labour and she had brought her to her cottage to help her birth her child, but her touch had killed the baby seconds after she had been born.
So, the witch had left.
That child was Nadia.
After the witch had gone through, the child woke up, but instead of seeking out the witch, Granny had been consumed with love for the baby, she couldn't let her go. So, she took the child as her own.
"You kept me from my mother." Nadia was angry now, and she didn't try to hide it from her voice.
This woman wasn't the Granny she knew. This woman in front of her was a stranger.
"I kept you from a life of pain and suffering." She said, her eyes filled with desperation. "I gave you everything."
"Except what I really wanted."
She knew she had always wanted to meet her real parents, it wasn't a secret she hid from her.
"I did what I thought was best for you."
The room suddenly felt so small. So suffocating.
