The World Of Dolls
Introduction
My name is Grace Alford. I like food, games, and candy. I dislike tea cups, but I do like teacup puppies. And, one last thing... Ever since I was just a mere teeny tot, I was diagnosed with a deadly cancerous disease: leukemia. And, for some reason, I couldn't use my legs correctly either. I could kick and move about freely when I was a baby, but something happened when I became a tot and my legs stopped functioning. The stoic, serious doctors didn't believe in my survival. They kept saying that, "she's only going to live for one more year", but I refused to believe it. My childish mind kept refusing to believe the truth: that is, that even what gray, thin, black and white fate I even had - the borderline between truth and lies, fate and reality - had already been dictated and carved in stone, enclosed beneath the rock walls of time and space.
Sometime when I was only 3 years of age - the age I was supposedly going to die - I remember one of my doctors told me someone my age (who actually wasn't sick) was going to move in my hospital room - because of their sick Aunt right next door - and share my extra hospital bed with me. I remember that I felt so, SO happy, and tons of questions swirled throughout my brain: was it girl or guy? Were they nice or mean? And, lastly... Would they hate me because I had cancer?
I always saved that one for last. I never believed that anyone could hate someone for what illness they had. Besides, I knew it wasn't contagious, so in my childish mind at the time, I thought that whoever it was, they would like me and that we would be the best of friends. Little did I know, that we would both live to grow up, and when we did, we would both drift further and further apart, away from each other. But, to what destination? I didn't yet know the answer to that either...