"My child, I've come to bring the two of you back home. You won't have to suffer in the outside world anymore."
My grandfather looked sincere and kind, but his words were not the ones I wanted to hear.
"What home are you talking about?" I asked.
"My home, of course," my grandfather smiled. "Your mother grew up in that house. I'm sure she would be happy to return there."
"Ahem." I coughed dryly. "Grandpa, the Gleesons were calling me all sorts of crazy names. 'Bastard', 'mongrel', 'mutt'… you know, that kind of thing. Not to mention, I also heard some pretty unsavory things said about my mom, too. Should I list them out, or…"
My grandfather bit his lower lip. It was clear my accusations hit home pretty badly.
"Do you really think there's a place for us in an environment as hostile as
