After washing the dishes, I went out again. As I am passing through the beautiful plants when I heard voices. Voices that are owned by the owner of this house.
"She has to know! It's been two years, Greg!" shouted Aunt Hilda to her husband.
"Her life will be miserable again. All is already at place, Hilda. And please, lower your voice down."
Hell, am I the one they're talking about? Is this about my past? I came closer to hear their conversation clearly.
"Don't you think she'll be more downcast if she doesn't know anything?"
My life was already miserable before? Funny, it hurts.
"I'm scared, Greg. I'm scared that the Grimmers might get and take her away from us. I don't want her to know about her past," Aunt Hilda said and I saw a glint of fear and sadness in her eyes.
"But she has to!"
I couldn't take it anymore and I asked, "What does I have to know?"
The couple looked at me with tender shock, plus the fear I saw in Aunt's eyes. What's the fear all about? What could she probably fear for?
"Hilda, she has to know," pleaded Uncle Greg while rubbing the back of the crying Aunt Hilda.
Guilt struck me, but my curiosity and determination to know everything is killing me. I hate when people cry, but I have to be strong.
"Okay, okay. Follow me, Lana."
