The cottage was indeed a wonderful sight on the inside, yet Princess was feeling a little bit uneasy. Suddenly, a voice startled her coming from the stairs.
"My...my...", the shaking old voice said, " I would never have dreamt in a thousand life times to ever see you again."
Princess felt her heart melt with a little bit of pain. The old lady was still the same as she had remembered her. She was a spirit after all. The moments and memories began flashing back. How she took care of her, fed her, clothed her, protected her until that day. The day that their relationship was destroyed. But that motherly love was still there, somewhere, hiding in the midst of her clouds of protection, of fear. She felt her eyes well up when the old lady spoke. She had reached the end of the stairs with her arms wide open, gesturing with her fingers.
"Come...give old granny hug."
