Calm

After I came back from the toilet, sat well in bed, Jonas had looked after our cats and made us a fruit tea with honey, I took Momo in my arms, took a deep breath and began my story:

“It was just the year nineteen seventy for the creatures of the blue planet. It was on a very hot June night when I hit my parents' garden rather roughly. Because my birth father, who brought me to this planet and carried me in his arms for the last few meters, stumbled easily so that he did not manage to put me down very gently. I immediately started screaming loudly. The man who for years I believed was my biological father finally found me in the garden under the living room window. Carefully he lifted the sheet in which I was wrapped and looked into my small, wrinkled face. He carried me carefully into the house and showed me to his wedded wife, my mother.

"Where did you find the little baby, Wolfram?" She asked her husband, astonished and shocked. Carefully she leaned over me, examined my little face tenderly and put her index finger in my tiny hand.

My father told my mother that he heard me scream and discovered a short time later under the living room window.

“So what should we do with this little bundle? We already have five daughters. ”My mother uttered a little helplessly and looked at my father with her blue eyes very questioningly.

“For now we'll keep her with us tonight. Because we can't put them back in the garden! Hmm, I guess it's a little girl. Because somehow we only get girls. And she's definitely no older than three days, is she? ”Asked my father, somewhat embarrassed, and lovingly brushed a blonde strand off my mother's forehead.

“Well, the little bundle is definitely no older than three days. You can also be absolutely right that it is a girl ”, my mother supported her husband's assumption in a gentle tone and smiled mischievously at him from the side. She carefully took me out of his arms and walked with me in the living room, rocking slightly up and down.

“However, I didn't just stay at my family's home for one night. Because the search for my biological parents was unsuccessful, these people who lived outside the gates of Munich decided to raise me with their five biological daughters and give me the name Zerlina.

And even though I had tumbled into it so unexpectedly, my family took me in very lovingly. My mother was a bit harsh and bossy in her manner, but I liked this small, plump woman with her long, tight, curly hair, her big blue eyes and her funny snub nose. My father, on the other hand, was an incredibly gentle, calm person. He was tall and broad-shouldered, had a well-toned figure and had little hair on his head, which by the time he was in his mid-thirties had turned gray and was once dark in color. Four of my five sisters also had dark hair that came almost to their hips and, like my father, were tall and slim in shape. Only my favorite sister came from her appearance after my mother. She also had thick, blonde, curly hair, quite light blue, large eyes, a cute snub nose and her figure was rather stocky. But she too had the same calm, completely serene manner of my father. With Stefanie, who was only briefly called Steff by everyone, I raved as a child with great joy through our quite large and tree-covered garden. Our family wooden house stood in the middle of our garden. My father built this house himself with the active support of his family and friends. There were only meadows, fields and forests around our property. Our closest neighbors lived about half a kilometer away from us. Only my paternal grandmother was our immediate neighbor. When my family built our house in the tiny little town near Munich, my father didn't want to leave his mother alone in the big city and asked her to move into the house right next to our property, which had been empty for several years.

Yes, we lived quite calm and lonely.

As a little girl, I especially loved playing hide and seek with Steff in our garden and in summer and early autumn to snack on the ripe fruit from our numerous fruit bushes and fruit trees. Since I was unable to stand on my own legs due to severe spastic paralysis, I crawled up and down. I hid between the many, very close together firs and bushes. Sometimes Steff couldn't find my hiding place so easily during our game and had to search properly. I felt very close to my sister Steff and had a warm, safe and good feeling in her presence. Unfortunately, I didn't feel so safe and secure with my other sisters. I could not say what the reason was. Because all four were my father's manners that I liked so much. However, my four oldest sisters were almost all grown up and moved out of home when I tumbled into their family. Maybe it was because of the big age difference that we never got really warm with each other.

As a small child, I found that I could "anticipate" some unpleasant things that would happen in the near future. And every time something unpleasant happened, the first thing I felt was my right leg. Shortly before a not so nice event or even before a catastrophe, I felt a pain in my right leg that was sometimes unbearable. For this reason I soon called my right leg "my little magic leg", even if I didn't know yet that I was a real witch. In addition, before an ugly event, I became very restless and couldn't sleep a night. Momo mentioned it briefly earlier. In fact, later I was so good that I could directly name the events that were going to happen very soon. From that point on, I was creepy to people. Because I was capable of clairvoyance. But since some muscles of my right foot were scratched a bit, my sense of approaching catastrophes has been largely disturbed. This means that I am physically relatively calm and relaxed, but can hardly sense any dangers and act accordingly, as long as I was able to do so before my operation. However, because I sometimes feel weak and still think that I am a person who is at home on planet earth, I think I have to integrate myself completely into this society and look like everyone else here. Well, as a real invalid witch, I should be brought back to the planet of witches and wizards immediately. Because I can no longer adequately protect people with my current “broken”, fine antenna. Fortunately, the magical beings at home are lenient and allow me to stay here. They think I should protect people from themselves rather than from outside dangers, ”I whispered guiltily and pressed Momo a little closer to me.