The real story...

The real story... I, Simrin am a 10 year old, slim, but short girl. I live in an isolated place, with my 70 year old grandmother, and my 71 year old grandfather, my only care takers. My grandfather and grandmother are misers, though they are very rich and can afford a Lamborghini. They always gave me impossible work. I only had one small room( the house store room), the size of a dining table. There were many mice, cockroaches, and other insects sharing my room.The room was dusted once in 2 years, but I am still happy with my life. They always told me that they could not afford toys and books for me, but I always believed my grandparents. Our house was dusty and fully covered in webs( and it still is..) .The lawn outside their house always had so long and dense weeds. From outside our house it looked like a haunted house. "Children try to stay away, but only came when they were dared to do it by somebody"I had once heard my grandparents talkin...