And now, my story...
"She was something," Edna said while overlooking the dry fields from her porch. "Wasn't always the great ballet dancer she turned out to be. She would let frustrations get to her too."
Emma's legs clanked as she walked over to her grandmother's side. "How did she deal with them?"
"She went into the fields one day--came back--became the greatest dancer ever known."
"How did going into the fields help her do that?"
"Emma!" Emma's mother called as she came out of the house. "Found your jacket, honey. We're running late to therapy, so we better get moving."
Emma hugged Edna. "Bye, Grandma."
Emma's mother waited until her daughter was inside the car before turning to Edna. "Stop it!"
"There's nothing in those damned fields! They're all just blatant lies!"
"Beg to differ," Edna's eyes shifted toward Emma then back to her daughter. "Your own baby came from those fields, honey."