If I could tell you one truth, it's that my Granny is the single most intelligent person I have ever met. So of course I was confused when they deemed her too crazy to raise us kids.
Granny was allowed to visit me, but I couldn't live with her. My eighteen year old cousin had no problem with the fact that Granny would be teaching me how to make metal limbs, which I appreciated. She and her roommate were nice, but I missed the boys. But Ed was horrible at remembering to write letters, and Al wasn't any better.
I knew Ed wanted to find a way to get Al back to normal and I wanted to help. Ed would need prosthetics to keep him going, and I was determined to be the one to make them for him. I didn't even care that a twelve year old girl couldn't sell prosthetics.
"I'm sorry you had to go through all this. It must be stressful," my cousin smiled at me. I smiled back. At least my new roommates were nice.
-Winry Rockbell