I was born far from the sea and yet as I grew I longed to see it and swim in it. My mother and grandparents had moved to the center of the country shortly before I was born and I had never seen it. All the time I was growing up I would beg to be let learn to swim but I was always told our family does not swim. When other kids in the neighborhood were taking swimming lessons I was not allowed to even go to the pool. My mother acted absolutely terrified every time I mentioned it an would start sobbing, “you’ll drown, you’ll drown.” Now I know she was lying.
The pull was just too strong and when I turned 18 last week I got in my car and started driving to the ocean. I didn’t tell them where I was going. I packed the car in the middle of the night and left. And now I stand here with my feet in the water and I know. They lied.
Drowning will be the least of my problems. And I have a choice and no idea what will happen if I enter the water because now I know what I am and I know I will never drown when I go in the water and I wonder at the grief my mother showed and I wonder if the faery stories I read in the library were true. I think they are.
For my feet are no longer feet while I stand here but have changed to a lovely soft grey fur and are fins. How could she do this to me? Why did she do this to me? And what do I do next? For I fear I am a selkie…