#Chapter 60 Dream Keeper

Helen POV My grandmother’s face is beautifully cascaded in a gold shine. She is an angel, literally and physically, but she looks like one right now, floating inches from my face. I reached out, wanting to take her hand, but it moved right through the illusion. My heart sank knowing I couldn’t reach her, not even in my dreams. Everything turned quickly, sending me to the floor of my parent’s kitchen scrubbing the floors and working on my blistered knees. I could see how small I looked then, how pathetically easy of a target I was to my relatives, but it still hurt, nonetheless. “You are cruel!” my nana’s voice carried through our home. “You don’t see it yet, but I do! I see how you treat my granddaughter! She will make you rue your behavior one day.” “The maid child? Please, Gertrude,” my mother’s voice heckled, “what a joke this is! She is a pathetic little runt. You should be happy that I’m even considering keeping her in this house!” I scrubbed the fl