MEETING WITH THE HEIR--SEASON ONE

Prologue My life was like a treadmill; so boring and not full of life until I found this home. I lost them both when in my teens, uncles and aunts who were sick of having me around, so therefore put me up for adoption. I had been adopted by a single mom with two sons -Travis and Theodore. I eventually turned out to be the senior of all. Margaret had wanted an elder sister figure for her boys and she got me. I was fifteen then, Travis was twelve and Theodore was six; we three made a good home with mom. We normally get used early in the morning to help mom, sweep all corners of the house, bath, eat and get ready for school. Margaret would sit us carefully in the car, Travis and Theodore mounted the back seat as their favorite while I'll sit with mom at the front. Life continued on smoothly, mum got a promotion at work and a small-sized bungalow as an appreciative symbols for services rendered. Margaret's way of life groomed me into who I am today. I'm Brenda Logan, a tall, thin lady with a long-gloomy wheat colored hair, blue eyes, sweet olive skin and a British. At twenty-two, I had graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Horticulture at Fanshawe college. And at twenty-three I was in my last month of Enology. I attended Le Cordon Bleus spirits & wines school. This is my story!