The old woman sat look at Sharmaine with excitement. Her eyes were sparkling and her seemingly dead and emotionless face almost came back to life. She smiled at Sharmaine and led her to the garden.
"Oh, young mistress, I am very sorry if I could not take in the excitement. It had been a while since anyone in this household talked about the young mistresses. I tell you, if you look at their ancient photos, you might be surprised at how cute they are."
The old woman seemed very ecstatic, which Sharmaine did not mind. Frankly, she wanted to know more, but never actually had the chance to explore because of Merry and her mother. They both sat down on the white chairs as the old woman gazes around the luscious green garden. It was filled with the nature-filled aroma that she couldn't resist.
"Well," she said, "A long time ago, when I was around your age, I came into this household as a very young woman with no dream. I do not know my home town however I do know that I was not a part of a rich family. I served here as the personal maids of the twin mistresses, which I thought was a very demanding task.
"Soon, I came to realize that my purpose was to only serve the children of this family, so I devoted all my years onto caring them. I do not remember anything else apart from the book-like things they carried around, though I remember someone saying that it was a personalized journal gifted to the girls from their humble parents.
"Ah, though they were treated as royalty, they were very naughty young ladies. They painted on the walls, ran around mud, bathed outside when it's raining. It's just sad that I cannot find your mother's sister anymore. All I remember was I woke up from the hospital bed."
The old woman frowned and so did Sharmaine. A brief moment passed as Sharmaine gazed onto the horizon. "Then, what were you doing there? In the hospital, I meant."
The old woman's smile slowly dissipated. She wandered her brown eyes upon Sharmaine's brown locks. "To be frank, my dear, I do not know as well. I just suddenly woke up on the hospital bed with a patch on my forehead and the Mistress standing in front of me."
Her smile reappeared. "Oh, my! Just look at the time. I have to get back to work if you don't mind me."
Sharmaine remained silent. It was, in fact, all the data she could've ever wanted. She smiled back to the woman, waving her goodbye. When she was gone, Sharmaine's mind swirled through the dozens of speculations she was having. She could confirm, for once, that the 'book' she discovered was no ordinary book.
"But that's too shady," she whispered to herself as the sun touched her fair skin. Its heat spread all through-out Sharmaine's body as the contradicting air blew. When her thoughts finally finished, she stood up confidently and rushed up to her room. She gently brushed her index finger against the spine of the books and pulled out the journal. She graciously flipped through the pages read the entries one by one.