I anxiously dart my eyes around the small but lavish cottage as I search for clues that may help me learn about who this kind old lady is. There are pictures and portraits of her hung on the wall. I take that as confirmation that the cottage belongs to her.
"Come on don't be afraid little lady," she softly says to me as she motions for me to follow her along the corridor. I begin to quicken my pace to catch up to her.
I light up in awe at the sight of the luxurious looking bathroom. Porcelain tiles cover the floor, and a fresh aroma fills the room. My eyes roam to the clean and sparkling bath tub and then back to my dirty self. I feel undeserving of bathing in this fine bathroom and I can't believe this old woman is willing to let me slip into her tub the way I am.
"Come on now...we don
