tripod

Magic.

The art of supernatural powers.
A mere illusion.
Deceptive, false, misleading.
My magic isn’t David Copperfield, nor is it Criss Angel, or any Houdini.
My magic is a tripod.
Supporting, stabilizing, and creating my foundation.
Not just any tripod.
One with three heads and three pairs of legs.
Three people.
A mother, a daughter, and son.
Supporting, stabilizing, and creating each other’s foundation.
Without one, all power is lost.
No wand or black hat necessary.
No deceptions or illusions.
Simply the power of always being there for one another.
It’s magic in and of itself.
My magic, my tripod, undeniably true.