Ms. Rey is a beautiful older lady who seems frozen in time. Many years ago she was involved in an accident and was confined to a wheelchair. Her career in dance was ruined but not her spirit or her beauty. although her hair shows her true age her face refuses to age or show a single wrinkle of time. Although she is at the spry age of 68, she still looks like she is 37, frozen in time in that wheelchair of hers. Slowly we get her ready for her day and then head downstairs to the kitchen.
There were many times that I would try to set the table but she insisted I always did it wrong and did it herself, so I would go off and make the beds. But today was not like any other day. Today I had guests to wake, but first I had to change. I changed into a simple red and white dress that came down to my knee before heading to the guest's rooms first I woke the girls walking into each room in turn and ripping the curtains open before ripping the covers off of them. Then, the boys, as I entered there rooms I put little thought into what I was doing but again pulled the curtains open and removing the covers from their thankfully clothed bodys. I left each of the guests with, "breakfast is getting cold." And waited in the hall soon one by one they emerged looking a little worse for the ware. Yet the boys look at me almost scared before the only blonde spoke "I hope you don't wake grandma up like that."
"Of course not, but some how I knew that was going to be the only way I was going to wake y'all up." I said smiling "Now come on Ms. Rey is dying to see her 'precious' grandchildren."
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The Hunt Is On
General FictionIf you asked me ten years ago where I saw myself today I would have never guessed this twisted turn of life. My name is Makayla hunt and this is my story.