A Request

Paige Matthews-Mitchell gathered dirty laundry as her twelve- year- old son, Henry climbed into bed. Inside of getting under the covers, he sat crisscrossed on the bed thinking.

"Honey, what's up?"

"My birthday's coming up and I know what I want."

"A Skateboard?"

"My mother."

Paige stopped in mid-reach. "Your mother?"

"Why not? I was born in a magical family, but I'm mortal and I've never asked for anything. Why can't I talk to my mother?"

"It's not that easy. There's something called personal gain. If we called for your mother, it could cause unforeseen problems."

"Like what"?"

"We've had demons come through, past lives, and spells that have gone awry." Paige's anxiety calmed down and she plopped next to him. "Honey, I know this is important. Knowing who you are and where you come from always leave a hole in your heart. I know. It took a long time to meet my mother and father. Yes, it took magic, but it takes a little faith."

"Can we at least try?"

Paige side-hugged her son and sighed, "We can try, but I don't want you to be bummed if it doesn't happen, especially with Aunt Piper and Aunt Phoebe are throwing you the best," and she began to tickle his ribs, "the most gigantic", he began to shriek with laughter, "the spectacular thirteen party known to MAN!"

He grinned, "Mom, love you."

Paige kissed his forehead, "Right back at ya."