The teenager turned into a witch overnight. And I had created her - I don’t know how, but it was down to me that this creature has been released on the world. And it was down to me to make sure she doesn’t harm anyone, including herself. Easier said than done, I say.

Like a leaking tap, my energy drips away. Every “No” has a screeching response. Every “Can you…?” is cursed. Every “Please…” met with silence. Someone once told me to count to ten. But numbers mean nothing when the red mist of anger clouds your vision. When your heart beats a dent in your chest, your voice becomes a shrill wail, your feet hurt from stomping and banging, and your head thumps like the doors you slam.

I feed her, clothe her and keep her warm while she casts spells in her hovel of a room.

Now I am the wicked one and she the enchantress.