Chapter Sixty Nine

Brigid

At an early age, I knew I was different. It always seemed like I knew a little bit too much for my own good. I would hear these faint whispers that no one else could hear. The whispers always seemed to get me in trouble. Children in the town would refer to me as creepy and torment me whenever they could. Their parents never stopped them because, deep down, I knew that they thought I was bizarre as well. There were very few people who accepted me for me. I took comfort in my sister, my Papa, and my Mama. It was us against the world, a world that found me weird and unnatural.

My Mama had light brown hair that she kept cropped right below her ears but always had beautiful finger waves gracing it no matter what her day held. My Papa had tanned skin and rich black hair. My little sister, Aisling, was my little defender, even though she was three years younger than me. She was so sweet, but her personality would flip as soon as someone was cruel to me. We lived on a s