One day my mother, my sister, my aunt Mary and I went to Ohrid. There was a man who spent the day with us. I knew - my mother doesn't love my father any more. This thought didn't hurt my little heart, but I was surprised. I was about six years old at that time. I don't remember why, but we left Macedonia and went to live  in Australia with my father.
Those three years were the best years in my life. Now I am about fifty and for the first time in my life I feel free and happy. I have no obligations to serve to anyone, except to fulfill my daughter's needs.
Now I'll get back to my story. 

My Father Gets on the Train

I was four years old when one day my family and I went to the station. The train was there waiting for the passengers. Did I know what to expect? No. Suddenly, my father was on the train waving to us. I remember I wasn't allowed to cry for him. I knew I will receive a punishment if I showed how sad I was. My child's brain came up with a solution - "Mummy I have a stomach ache" - I cried. The train began to move. My father was leaving us. I couldn't measure the distance in miles, I was so young, but I understood - it meant I won't see my dad for a very long time.

Introduction

If you thought witches are part of ancient times or heroines of imaginary stories, well you are wrong! They live among as. They can be your neighbor, your relative or even your mother. 

Their modern name is sociopath. You can't recognize them. Usually they are smart, they know they are not like others and they imitate other people feelings. Why they have to imitate? Simply- because they don't have their own. Empathy is losers trait, being fer is ideology of fools, love is desire to possess something or someone - that's how a witch sees the world around her.