Part One

 I cranked the music box that I left on the table to listen to while I washed and dried the dishes by hand, my once soft hands were beginning to shrivel up like a prune. I been locked in this house for since birth tied down by words of the law and or the heavenly god of this house, which of course was my father.  Back then I lived in another world one where woman were no were equal to men not in politics nor in her own home, the only 3 jobs we have is making supper, raising children, and then house work.                       After washing the dishes I cranked the music box up some more and went straight to the old cracked piano and played with the music. I slowly lifted my hands off the piano and picked up a golden creased letter that had been open and it read:

 Dear Ms. Kantor,

         Congratulation on your admission