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lack of excitement made me feel bad, so I tried
to think about something interesting I could share. My mind turned to
Fox. “Oh, I know something I can tell you about. My boss, Mr.
Fox, is a Divine. He can turn lights on and off and stuff.”
    She looked unimpressed
by his talent. “Oh, well, that's pretty cool.”
    “ Yeah, he's no
teleporter,” I joked.
    My mom chuckled at my
statement. “You’re right about that,” she said
factually. She took another sip from her tea and sat it down in front
of her. I could tell that she was in deep thought from the way she
turned the cup back and forth in her hands, making its round bottom
lightly scratch against the table's surface. “You know, I've
been thinking,” she started hesitantly, “it's been quite
a while since you've tried using your skill. Maybe you should
practice?”
    I sneered at her
remark. “Ah, Mom, no!” I pouted in my most pathetic tone.
    “ I know, I know,”
she cut in to my whining, “but we could practice together. You
have such a wonderful ability; if you would just practice you could
be great at it.” Her soft hand rested on my arm as she pleaded
her case. “You could go anywhere in the world, Summer. You need
to do this for yourself; it's who you are.” Her voice trailed
off hopelessly as she sat back in her chair and took her cup of tea
back into her hands.
    It's
who I am.
    I sat quietly and let
the words sink in, meditating on their truthfulness. “Okay,”
I sighed, telling her what she wanted to hear. “We can try it
again, I guess.”
    “ Yay!” she
cheered as she sat up in her chair. “It's going to be so fun!
You were just a little girl the last time you tried it. It's going to
be different this time, I promise.”
    I thought about my last
childhood attempt that sent me to our neighbor's basement. “ I
hope so, because we had to move because of what happened last time.”
    “ Oh, honey,”
she interrupted, “that was a long time ago and you have grown
so much since then. It will be fine.” She stood up from her
chair and made her way to the kitchen sink to dump her cup, and then
came back with a smile and joined me next to the table. “Okay,
let's do this.”
    “ What? Right
now?” I blurted. “I'm not ready now, Mom. I thought you
meant, like, soon. I didn't know that you meant right this second.”
    She completely ignored
my statement and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the chair.
“Okay, let's face each other, and I'll guide you through it.”
    I crossed my arms in
front of me as the feeling of self consciousness rose through my
body.
    “ Uncross your
arms,” she said, pulling my arms back down to my sides. “Now,
completely relax your body, even your toes.”
    I dropped my tight
shoulders into a slump. “I don't even know where to go; I'm too
afraid to go anywhere,” I confessed.
    “ Well, how about
to your bedroom? We'll just stick to places inside of the house, for
now.”
    “ Okay,” I
slowly spat out, “that sounds good I guess.” I tried hard
to relax as I shook my arms to send the prickly feeling of
nervousness away, but the memories from my childhood attempts flooded
my brain and made it hard for me to concentrate.
    My mom grabbed my hands
and squeezed them tightly. “This is what I want you to do,”
she cut in with her instructions, apparently seeing the lack of focus
on my face. “Close your eyes, breathe slowly through your nose,
and visualize your bedroom. Take as long as you want; you know I'll
be right here with you.”
    I went for a second
attempt and closed my eyes, submerging myself in the blackness of my
eyelids as I focused on breathing slowly in and out of my nose. I
thought about the basic things in my bedroom: my bed, my curtains, my
furniture; but, nothing was happening.
    “ Keep thinking,”
my mom interjected. “Be very specific in the details of your
room.”
    Okay,
what does my room look like? Well, I have a Queen
sized bed with a purple down
comforter and silver throw