#Liar #Liar

There was once a girl who lied, a lot. it was a habit she picked up when she was rather young. Her first lie was to her grandmother, she was nine. She told her grandmother a sad story about a painting that hung in the family room. She had spun a tale so full of misery that her grandmother began to cry. That was the moment, that's when she knew she had a gift. The gift of fib. No one told her it wasn't okay. Later when her grandmother retold that story to the girls mother the whole family just chuckled about it. They all said, "What a imagine you have." What a imagine she had indeed. So she continued lying. Every word was a lie. She lied about everything. Soon she was a young woman and she no longer could separate her life from the beautiful lie she had told. But she didn't care. It didn't matter, she preferred the lie...