She Came To Monrovia[Unedited]

Chapter 1 : Speaking of secrets

Standing on top of a hill in Careysburg, She surveyed her domain. It's amazingly dreadful what time does to a person.. In exchange for lessons and wisdom it offers wrinkles and weak bones.. It was a price she had paid willingly..

One thing the age did not do was dull her sense of smell.. She could smell the wonderful fragrance of the tulips and daisys that surrounded her,She loved the smell..her garden was favourite place, she could often be found planting strange flowers, she found great joy in toiling the fertile soil.. Her staff had lovingly nicknamed her "mother earth"..her sensitive nose also detected something else and she braced herself as The Tantalizing aroma of fried chicken came wafting around her..

"darn,this old age" she mumbled and continue sulking about her loss of appetite.. At 109 she had a hard time eating and lost weight making her small and weak like a sun roasted raisin.

She was a lovable old lady with too many scars for one person..God had bestowed upon her an amazing set of deep brown eyes and a small sharp nose.. She had the markings of a woman that was very beautiful in her youth.. But old age had worked it's wonder.. Leaving her tiny and frail,but at close glance a keen eye would notice that she had once been curvy.. Her hair was long and silky it fell over her shoulders gleaming white and smelling wonderful like dice Pineapple, her all too large reading glasses brought an air of intelligence that intimidated all her business partners.. Knowledge is power after all, and knowledge carried her through on the rocky road of success..

Being the 3rd richest person in the country Was not so bad.. It had it's perks.. Young people looked up to her and it made her feel some bits and pieces of youth..
Letting the issue of being young slide, She stood silently and watched the sun set.. It was a beautiful sight.. The light seemed like a burning furnace.. And it bathed the horizon in a glowing orange light.. She smiled.. Not a bad day to die..

Leaving the rock on which she stood.. She sat in her old rattan chair and and started to think, it was her favourite pastime and a hobby she could not let go.. She would try to play every scenario out and try to understand the consequences and results of her actions..

If she died today, what will happen.. She knew if she left the earth right now she will cause such a commotion in the country and will be the only thing in the news for months.. Police will storm her peaceful sanctuary with investigation.. Disturbing the serenity she fought and toiled to create.. The sounds of sirens and car honks will make little Ramses cry..
He was the only thing that matter to her..if she died, her story will be forgotten, nobody knows the truth, nobody knows the secrets.. She was the last one alive.. And she was dying.. she knew she had very limited time.. She had to do it before it was too late..
But to burden the little child with her memories and secrets seemed hardly unfair.. She had too many stories.. But she raised him to be strong and to adapt to every situation.. She knew he could take it.
She decided it was best he knew the truth about Cassy Y. O'neal, a name she thought would bury her past...she was wrong, but the past was too painful,she had to cover it..

With a voice that rang like a high pitched flute she called "Rammy boo,come here baby.. Granny have a story for you"

She was almost instantly answered with a "yipeeeeee, it's story time, running at full speed he quickly navigated the mansion that grandma always call her hut and found her sitting in her old chair.. At the sight of her, his eyes lit up.. She was all he had.. As a custom.. He went and kiss her wrinkly cheeks ..and sat down at her feet.. She coughed for a minute and started to sing a song.. It was Her favourite song!
The story had begun.