Hello sexy @freedomexists (voice), thank you for representing #whaleshares and giving us the opportunity to write and have fun!
Here is my Official Entry to the 'Your Story - #22 Contest:'"
Part One.
Her name was Emine, and her mother told her it meant fearless or courageous, but her family called her "Em" for short. She was three years old but aware enough to understand that her mother dropped her off at the mean old lady's house every day. The old lady was darker in complexion, had two missing front teeth, and wore glasses so thick Em could hardly see her eyes. Her parents said the old lady was her grandmother. Em didn't like her grandmother, since she would force her to sit in a hard leather chair all day and never feed her.
The old lady would come by with a Hostess lemon fruit pie and slowly eat in front of her and drink a tall glass of cold milk. Em tasted the sweetness of the pie and feel the cold liquid as it ran down her throat, but all she could do was stare in hunger. When Em would try to sleep, that old lady would come around in her wheelchair, turn off all the lights, and turn on a flashlight. Grandma would shine the flashlight where the dolls were hauntingly placed ... and came alive ...
Respectfully submitted by @eaglespirit.