But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.» - Joan Crawford ‘My dearest little girl’, she started. ‘I don’t want to leave you, but it seems I don’t have any choice. We all live life on borrowed time, and now my time is up. Don’t be sad for me. I have lived a good life. And you are the best part. I never regretted my choices, and I never regretted meeting your father. He gave me you. Every day since the doctor told us that the time was up, I have debating myself if I should tell you. You have a right to know, even if the truth doesn’t do you any good. I have told you that your father died. That isn’t exactly true. For me he was dead before you were born, but in reality he is very much alive. You would have found out anyway, because the money he has entrusted in you, are yours to spend as you like the day you turn 21. I have been keeping in touch with Alfred, his lawyer, you will probably meet him when I am gone. He is a good man, and you can trust him.
