Nostalgia is the word that comes to my mind every time I remember this story. This was one of the stories I grew up listening to. Growing up before I went to school I had to stay with my grandparents in Aimeliik during week days and this story was one of our favorites from my grandma. I remember how we used to sleep/camp in the living room and grandma would tell us this stroy. I was always so fascinated with the witch's house that was made out of cakes and candies and cookies and all that yummy goodness; lol. That was pretty much the part that stuck with me.

But now as an adult, especially as a mom this was hard to read because I cannot imagine being with someone who despises my kid to a point where they would talk me into pretty much abandoning my child in the middle of the nowhere to fend for herself simply because we were so poor we didn't have enough food to eat. Yes I know its just a story but that doesn't make it any less painful to think about.

Personally I think the lesson of the story is, 

Be kind! Be nice! Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!

Thank you for you support always. Much love and Aloha.