Story of an unusal mother and daughter
The following is a statement credited to a "monk" living at the monestary at Mt. Everest. "If you have faith, you will always find your way." There are some lines, some words, some chapters that make you want to believe or disbelieve that sentence. For a young lady born to this world and baptized Elizabeth Faye Warren, later known only as "Fayze" you wonder what happened to this bright, generous person. Life happened. Very simply, life happened.
Fayze was quietly waiting for her brother and sister. The beautiful curley headed Elaine who would smile and melt your heart and young brother Michael who would grin thinking it was wiping away every sin he may or may not commit. Fayze was perched at the bottom of the casket and more or less holding court because she was Fayze and had to please the few followers she had obtained, namely Elaine and Michael. They had all been playing "store". Fayze lifted her mother's purse, slinging it over her shoulder just as she had seen her mother do many times. Suddenly, the screaming and yelling similar to those banchy hens was present Then Fayze holds her head in anticipation of her line - Oh, dear God, the monster has arrived.
Yes Grandma Bess, we hear you and will be right there. Make yourself comfortable by the fire and I will prepare some tea with perhaps of drop of the "dream" you so well love. Don't be smart girl, I know what you are doing. Fayze instructs her brother and sister to go to the kitchen and stay low, get behind the cook stove and play, its warm and safe.
Hello grandma Bess, are you well today? Yes, child, bring me my brew and let's talk before that rotund, little sausage you call Mom comes along. You know that she took my Ed away from me and then continue on breeding like a hog, one litter after the other.