[Sent to Nisa shortly after the Vural girls were excommunicated from the coven, late August 2020] (sibling death mention tw)
Nisa,
I have gone back and forth debating on whether or not writing to you would be appropriate, but I’ve realized all appropriateness went out the window the moment you abandoned your own children during their time of greatest need. To say that I am disgusted with you is an absolute understatement. I spent years as a child quietly admiring you from afar, and frankly, there were many times that I wished to be you. To have a hold on your confidence or commitment to your craft, at the time, seemed like the most admirable traits I could imagine. I was wrong, of course. To have confidence in the detrimental decision you’ve made to commit to your craft and your coven over your daughters makes you the opposite of admirable.
Your daughters are absolute joys, all three of them incredible in their own right. This is, of course, despite your constant need to pit them against each other. If you had taken the time for even a moment to appreciate them for who they are instead of who they could be, perhaps you would not be in the situation you find yourself today.
I know somewhere deep in your heart you hold regret for what you’ve done. But I want you to know that I hold no sympathy for you. You deserve none. Though this may be the harshest, this is not the first time you’ve intentionally broken their spirits. But unlike you, they will get past this. They will grieve and they will cry, because their mother decided something else was more important than them. But then it will get a little easier, day after day. Their grief will still be there, but it will become manageable and malleable. It will make each of them stronger in their craft, and in no time they’ll surpass you in ability by far. And by the time you’re begging for them back, they will no longer need you. Bea’s head was ripped off by someone who was hired by a member of the coven you sided with. It was ripped from her body, and someone had to find it. She was dead, and you were off on a vacation. Now she’s left with a scar that not only haunts her every day, but reminds her of where she’s been. In saving their sister’s life, Nell and Luce both almost died themselves. Luce had a heart attack at the ripe age of 26, and the skin was ripped of your baby’s arms so bad that she had to be in the hospital longer than anyone, the only thing that eventually bringing her respite was Phoenix tears. In sacrificing for each other the way that they did, they proved exactly how a family is meant to treat each other. In contrast, while worried about holding up ancient rules, you walked away from them with cowardice.
The little girl in me that once admired everything you were has grown up, and thankfully I now know so much better. Your daughters will always have people that love them for who they are, but you will die sad and alone, with the knowledge that you continuously tormented the three best things in your life, before viciously hanging them out to try. I hope it was worth it.
L.Ramirez
