Sister Is A Witch — I Raf You Big

"You can't tell anyone," she said. "If you do, I'm gone."

I kept writing. Why else would I have made this chronicle? Because memory is a defense; because stories are contracts we sign with future selves. This chronicle is not merely a record of deeds, but a manual for survival. i raf you big sister is a witch

I wrote because a life that contains a witch should not be left to rumor. If I were ever questioned—by grief, by disbelief, by friends who meant well and police who regarded unusualness as polite fiction—my pen would be the slow, inexorable force that proved what we had been: real. "You can't tell anyone," she said