My name is Grinhia Kay Ognate. But I like to be called Kay because my name to me and others is weird and feels onward on me. Right now I am on my grandmothers farm in Kansas. She has a lot of land and crops too harvest. And the sad thing is I am stuck here for the whole summer helping her on the farm. She barley even has time for me, and grandpa just ignores me completely and altogether. I miss home. Suddenly the phone rings urgently. Grandma and Grandpa are gone out in the field, and I dont know if I should answer it. Then I dont know why but I rack for the phone and answer it. I say hello and then she says hi back. She says: "Its Lucia here, I called to see how my daughter: Grinhia, is doing." "Is she well" I relies that it is my mom but earlier I couldn't tell by her voice. Then I get and idea, that: if her voice is crackled, and I can't hear her then maybe she will think I am Grandma and never know that it was actually me. So I try it. I say: "Oh she is great!" She dont say anything for a while the she bursts out: "I have to tell you something about Grinhia...well...she...sort of...has an eating disorder." She gasps for breath. When she said it i wanted to cry and I could tell by the pins and needles in her voice that she wasn't happy about telling me/Grandma this either. That was when the biggest truth bomb of TNT blew up in my now as pale as the moonlight, face