Eight Years Ago
There's something good about today that Simione was quite happy about. Probably because it was her eighteenth birthday and because Lyndon promised to come home today to celebrate it with her. It had been a year already that her man had been abroad, continually chasing his dream of becoming a famous ballet dancer.
She met Lyndon when she was about the age of seven or eight, it was the same year when her world was shaken because of the sudden announcement that her grandfather was alive and that she had other family members rather than her grandmother and father. Ever since she remembered, there were only the three of them, her father, grandmother and her and so her world revolved only around them. When her grandmother started getting sick, Simione and her father moved to the white mansion to care for her and one day, her grandfather—whom she had never met before came and the rest was history.