30 Empress Stephanie

30 Empress Stephanie

It took a month, for my multiple purposes, Shirley Vitality, to be completely released, from hospital care ...: Really relaxed;Recuperated and Realigned, and realized how to rejuvenate, her healthy form.

I went into the room, a week later. I knocked first. Upon receiving permission, to enter, I saw, the two old folks, in their room. They had a thick blanket, between their beds too.

After exchanging pleasantries, I said, that I found a better way, to cure the water poisoning problem, forever.

All they had to do, was to drink, a vegan, medicated smoothie, that would clean out all of the problems. I had a blueberry one for Shirley, as that was her favorite. I had 🍒 cherry, for Henry, as that little miracle, masked, the taste of his medicine. Each person is different. Each concoction has to be personalized.

Those 2 awoke, the next day, like spring chickens, frolicking around the estate. They kept running, back and forth, as they delivered delicious delicacies, from the garden. They high-five, with giant jumps, and wide smiling mouths. Uncle, and Auntie, danced, and pranced, all over the countryside, all day, long.

Course, they cooled down, enough, to refresh, recover, and renew, every half hour, or so. They weren't used to this sort of thing. Just a couple, of "fun-loving" 98-year-old kids.

Well, this lasted, from 6:00 am, until 10:00 pm.

Then, it was bedtime. We all gathered, on or around the 2 beds. This restored, and humorous couple, read my story, in unison. I don't know, what is so funny, about the first chapter, yet everyone laughed.

Some loving family! This is my epic tale of woe! So sad.

Why are they laughing? I did all of that hard work when I was 4 & 5 years old.

I know other kids, who had to do these things. I'm not saying, that I did anything well, I just did what I could.

I had to leave the room. I went downstairs, to whip up a strawberry soufflé, to go with my own medicine. I forced myself, to sit up, for an hour. Then, when I was positively sure, that, my throat, was clear of everything, except water, I finally trudged, up to my bed, in time, to see Brian, stumbling along, like a dunk (borracho) handsome, goofy, young man, who was laughing hysterically, harder and harder, until, he finally fell forward, on his fat face. I put my foot on him. It is not funny! I Shrieked, too loudly.

The whole place, was suddenly, spookily, and eerily, quiet. Then the crying started. I was about to carefully remove my foot, from Brian, who was still breathing, on the freshly vacuumed, extraordinarily soft, thick, and plush carpet, when, I realized, that, he was crying. After gently extracting my foot, from his back, I gently lifted him, into my arms. I cradled him. He let out, all of his emotions. Someone, dropped a white towel, onto Brian's face. He managed a thank you.

She just smiled and waved. he waved back, then he wiped his face. Then he opened the towel, so that, it covered his face.

I went to Aunt Shirley and Uncle Henry's room. All of the kids were still in the suite. Is everyone okay? They all said, "Yes!"

I put, Brian, on an extra bed, next to his newly rediscovered, younger brother. I let everyone bond. I was out of it, so I hurried to bed. I could tell, that someone, was messing-around, with my timeline, as well as my space whatever you call it. I was shimmering, sometimes invisible, and it took longer, and longer, to get the few feet, to my tower room. I just sat down, as I got ready, to lie down, on the carpet. This works. Who needs a bed, anyway? Just don't step on me!

My amazing amulets beeped. "Well, Mother, is at it again. she's playing with the past. I think, she's consecrating, on Steff'ney," someone said.

"We know, "Uncle Henry said, in a hollow, defeated tone. "Wifey left, about 3 hours ago, by my calculations, and then time stopped, shortly, there after that. I can see, my Stephanie, is shimmering, and flashing on end off, as she disappears, and reappears. Whatever, the mystics are doing, they could have waited, until Shirley could somehow, get our lady, to bed.

"Whoops‼️‼️‼️

Sorry ‼️‼️‼️" a call, rang out, throughout, the entire edifice, to the educational section. Even, King Jim heard it. 🤴"Whatever, are you doing now, Mrs. Vitality-Vitality, or Double Vitality? As for me, I'm Vitality, for so many ... " He thought he was dreaming. That's why he started to meander, on that topic. Course, everyone, on the two islands, was given the name, Vitality, upon birth, whether, that was the parents' name, or not.

Mostly it was, the same family, reunited, through marriage, from over 8 generations, of "mixing up, the 🤴gene pool" everygenerationonn.

Well, that was a huge detour.

The parlor tricks wielder, Shirley, didn't respond, to the King. Instead, she used her magic, to lift, me, to my bed, where nobody would step on me.

Uncle Henry Vitality

"What are you doing, to Stephanie's life? The pages are flipping, on their own. The ink is disappearing and reappearing, only I can't tell, what it says. Ow! Now, what❓❓‼️ Now, there's nothing on the pages. Oh no. there's no book. Nothing. No pages". The old man cried.

He walked over to his niece, who was still shimmering,finallydisappearing, and reappearing.

I'm sorry, Stephanie. I don't know, what the Mystics are doing. They swore, they wouldn't manipulate, your life, anymore, yet, they are erasing your past. I guess, whatever, you wrote about, in your books, never happened," he just sat on my bed, as I was going through, this metamorphosis (Huge change - usually a caterpillar, changing into, a butterfly).

I couldn't cry. I just lay there, on my bed. I decided to meditate, until, Whomever Uncle was referring to, finished, their new quest.

I was in a void. I couldn't feel anything, and I couldn't see anything, either. Oh no!

What if they want me, to be born all over again?

Maybe, I need to just pick-up, up from a three-year-old. That would be better than, having to start fresh.

I thought that I could be an adult, with new memories, of my childhood.

I decided, to stop thinking, about anyone, and everything.

After a long time, Aunt Shirley, poked her head, through the opening, on the floor, with her hand, still on the trap-door handle.

She had to get up, to see me.

"Whoops! Oh no. You're not supposed to notice, anything!"

As I couldn't lift my head, due to Uncle Henry's hands, pressing on my head, and on my shoulder, I kicked the old Shirley bat.

👩‍🦳"Ouch! Hay, I can't work like this," Madam Creepy, complained.

👩‍🦳She finally left. After what felt like, nearly an hour, she finally returned.👩‍🦳

👩‍🦳Shirley Vitality👩‍🦳

👩‍🦳😲" Hey! Henry! Let Stephanie go. You are holding her, too tightly.

Woah, Stephanie, what is happening, to you?"👩‍🦳😱Shirley

👩‍🦰I think, someone is trying to change history. I cannot remember anything. Uncle Nice Man, Henry, said that my book erased itself, then disappeared.

I know you didn't have anything to do with this.

What are you doing, anyway? (👩‍🦰Stephanie)

👩‍🦳Shirley👩‍🦳

I'm trying to fix, some of my magic tricks. The props, and tools, are old, so I'm replacing them. I didn't want to give away my secrets. I like to have something, of my own. After those people, played cruel jokes on us. 😭👩‍🦳😭Shirley Vitality

I helped my old Aunt, to my bed, despite my strange sensations, as she needed it, more than I did.