Just over the hill stood a shack where the most beautiful woman you ever laid eyes on lived. Her hair was blonde and wavy with eyes as blue as the sky. Her figure would make any man lose his breath. The only thing wrong with this picture was she's a Witch. Her name is Sarah and an evil Witch at that. Her mother had her out of wedlock. Sarah's mother kept her pregnancy secret from her parents until one day when her father opened her bedroom door to scold her about something. Her father heard a baby's cry and said, "Did I just hear a baby's cry? "No! No! Father," cried Sarah's Mother. Her father pushed her aside from her closet door. Opened the door and shouted to the top of his lungs. "I want this baby out of my house by morning and that's an order," said her father in an angry voice. Sarah's Mother was only sixteen years old when she had Sarah. Having a baby out of wedlock, especially at sixteen was a disgrace to the family. The next morning Sarah's Mother carried her newborn baby Sarah into town looking for a good home for her daughter. Sarah's Mother came across this shack where a sweet old lady lives. She asked the old woman to take her baby and love her as her own. The old lady accepted and asked her. "Why are you giving up your baby? I'm just an old woman." "My father will kill me and my baby if I don't get rid of this problem. That's his exact words," replied Sarah with a river of tears flowing down her cheeks. Sarah's Mother turned away from the old lady weeping uncontrollably. Sarah's Mother's heart was so heavy with guilt and daily ridicule from her father. She just couldn't handle the pain so she decided to end her own life. Her father found her hanging from a rope in her closet. Her father cut her down from the rope but it was too late she was already dead. Her father felt responsible for her death so he went into his bedroom and pulled open the top dresser drawer. Pulled out his revolver, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger blowing out his brains. Later that evening, their bodies were discovered by his wife. She screamed in agony and dropped to her knees. The only two people she ever cared about were lying on the floor dead. She knelt beside her husband took the revolver from his hand took one last look at her daughter and husband and said "Please forgive me lord for what I'm about to do." Then she put the barrel of the gun in her mouth. Pulled the trigger and blew out her brains. After the old lady heard the news that Sarah's Mother, grandmother, and grandfather were all dead she felt even more compelled to raise Sarah the best way she knew fit. As Sarah matured into a grown woman, the old lady felt it was time for Sarah to know the real truth about her biological family. The old lady said to Sarah, "Come sit down at the table with me. I've got something very important to tell you." Sarah calmly sat down at the table with a concerned look on her face. "What is it that you need to tell me, asked Sarah. "Well, I know you think I'm your Mother but"....paused the old lady. "But what asked Sarah with a confused look on her face?” I'm not your real Mother. Your Mother died when she was just sixteen years old," explained the old lady. "How did she die, cried Sarah?”