Re: [UFO Tourism: Connie & Dahlia]
"You don't get it, Dahlia! He's not a kid, he's MY KID." Connie was shouting and it felt weird. She didn't yell. She screamed when she was having fun, like the thrill of a rollercoaster, but she didn't yell. And once the words were out of her mouth, they felt sour like accidentally eating a lady bug. She shook her head and wandered a few steps away, closer to the desert. "He's my kid. I raised him. Not my dad, not my mom. Me! I'm- I'm allowed to feel this way!" She shook her head and let herself be upset. The desert wasn't going to tell anyone. Tears welled up behind her glasses and she let them fall, salt water into the dirt.
"He's- I worked so hard to keep him out of the Webster weirdness. I only used my powers around him once when we were kids." She sniffed and shook her head. "And now he's magic, probably. He's a man, an adult who can make up his own minds. It's just hard." She looked up at Dahlia, a line of tears down both cheeks. "I wanted to keep you both out of this for so long because I don't know how any of this ends for me."