ANGELA AJAX
“Angela, my child. I am so glad I could finally get to see you so that I can talk to you; how are you?”
I couldn’t tell where I am, but the room was very bright and there was what looked like a doorway that was luminated with such a bright light. I couldn’t see the person who was talking to me, but her voice was of an elderly woman.
“Huh, where am I?” I asked in fear.
“Oh, I am sorry I had to take you from your slumber. Welcome to what I call paradise,”
“But — I can only hear you; why can’t I see you?”
“Do not worry yourself about that, sweetheart. Please, call me Nana,”
“Nana?” I asked. “Why did you bring me here, Nana,”
“Good that you asked. You will be turning twenty-one in a year and a half. There is not much time left, but I figured that you do need to know wha
