By: Tiasha Ed/Winry fluffiness...sorta... It's my first FMA fic so give me a break...
Winry had had difficulty hearing Mother's song for quite some time. As she had been pressed to follow in her grandmother's footsteps, Winry Rockbell had forced herself to forget the bedtime stories and folktales her parents had once murmured to her as she drifted to sleep. She had accepted the fact that all she had believed to be truth as a child was wrong and that her grandmother knew the truth about life. Her grandmother had never lied to her about life or death, nor had the older woman pampered her when she felt depressed or complacent when she was in a temper. The older woman was a savior for Winry. She knew all there was about automail and about life it seemed.