The Wicked Witch. That's the title I was given. Well, by most people anyway. My daughter viewed me as anything but wicked. She loved me with all of her adorable little heart. I might be like people say, but I've always had a soft spot when it comes to
my little girl. But, in a way, she was one of the reasons I am who I am. It was my job to protect her, and that was exactly what I was going to do. Although, I fear sometimes I may have gotten a little too overprotective of her. And that is how people
saw me as wicked. Who is my little girl, you ask? Well, I'm about to tell you her story. My story. Our story. So, here goes nothing. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Miyla.