I never thought I would have to have this conversation with my grandson, Michael.
But I had underestimated his intelligence.
He was the only one to notice his mother, Barbara, acting strange.
He was the only one who noticed that she sometimes walked, talked and acted like a man.
He confronted me one night, and I had to confess to him.
I told you I did not mean to take over her body and life.
Was it because she happened to be by the side of my bed when my spirit left my body, and somehow, I found myself pulled into her body?
I could still feel she was in there with me.
I could feel her memories.
They help me to adapt to being her.
They helped me take over her life.
I promised myself that I would care for you and look after you as good or better than your mother ever had.
Michael looked at his mother, who was his grandfather, and said I will keep your secret, grandmother.