Prologue-ing

Little Daisy was always fascinated with stories that her grandmother told her. She comes from a Chinese family and like almost every other little girl, we were fascinated once by our own culture before submitting to puberty. Her grandmother would tell her stories about old China and how the emperors conquered the country. She would also tell her tales about their family venture from China to Malaysia. But this isn't the tale that I am about to tell you about Little Daisy Chin.

It was a dark and stormy night that woke Little Daisy Chin from her slumber. The thunder boomed loudly as the monsoon wind blew fiercely. Little Daisy shaken to her core started bursting into tears. Her parents were out for the night for a company function so she was left to the care of her grandmother. Her grandmother, old as she was, came running with the senior citizen speed she owns.

"What is the matter?" she asked.
"It's so scary outside. So scary," the little girl cooed as her big eyes weld up in tears.

Her grandmother smiled and edge closer to her granddaughter.

"There, there my Little Daisy. It's just the storm, there's nothing to be afraid of," said the old lady as she comforts her granddaughter.
"But it's scary, ama. Its so so scary," she said.
"You have little ducky here to take care of you. Didn't you tell me that ducky was a brave soldier?" said the grandmother as she pointed at the plush.
"Ducky don't like the storm. As brave as he is, ducky is still a duck,"
"Oh...is that so? Then what should we do about that then?"
The little girl sniffed and wiped away her tears, "Maybe...maybe one of your stories will calm him down. You know how ducky loves your stories, why not tell him one?" she asked.
"Hmm...well if that is the case then why not? I do have a story that I think could tell. There, scoot over a little and let the old lady get comfortable,"

The old woman adjusted herself to comfort next to her granddaughter. Little Daisy, delighted, couldn't help but ask what kind of story would she be told.

She cleared her throat and promptly reply,"It's a story that I heard from a friend during my trip to the morning market. It's about an ordinary girl like yourself but she is much more older. But life was indeed unkind to Ah Ling,"
"Why is that?" Little Daisy asked.
"Well...,"