Closing Open Doors

by BabyJaneMichaels

Trish revisits a childhood memory and how it lead her to become a 7 time womens Champion. This Story is written in memory of a friend of mine who passed away after a battle with cancer,and is also dedicated to her,her family and her friends,so please r&r

2. The fatal flaw

This is the 2nd intstallment to this story. Pls R&R.
Disclaimer:I do not own Trish Stratus or any other wwe superstar I decide to bring in later, but I do own anyone else mentioned in this story.

Flashback:
In a field of wildflowers, giggles and shrieks of laughter could be heard as Grace offered Mr. Kitty a cup of tea. Her pixie face scrunched up in laughter as I offered Baby Bear another cookie at our annual "Teddy Bear Picnic". Grace's golden curls bounced about her petite shoulders while she jumped up, saying "You can't catch me" in her teasing voice. As she ran away, her angelic laughter hung in the air like a lasting promise.

Grace Leianne Simpson was born on December 18, 1976, the same day as me. She has been apart of my life for aslong as I can remember. My very first memory, in fact, is of the two of us licking ice cream cones on my front porch while the Canada sun beat down upon our sun-kissed cheeks. Kathleen Simpson, Grace's mom, called us the 'ragamuffin twins'. "Always getting into mischief…" She'd tell us. I didn't mind it, though, because, well, it was mostly true. Grace and I were always getting into things and being more of a nuisance than anything else.

We lived a wonderful life, one I wouldn't trade for anything, but even our picture of perfection has its difficulties. I had always dreamed of becoming a professional wrestler, while Grace, wanted to become a doctor, we always had our disputes about it but tried to not let it ruin our friendship too much. Other than that there was always a more serious fault. Grace came into the world eight weeks premature and weighed a mere two pounds at birth. She was born with one fatal flaw: Her body had not fully developed by the time she was born and a hole in her heart had been left as an eternal scar. Right before her first open-heart surgery at only five days old, Grace's parents had named her. "Only by the Grace of God have you made it this far". Six surgeries and a heart transplant later, Grace was as rambunctious as ever. Little did we know that her heart would not be her greatest downfall.