Jessica Ellenhart was only six years old that late November morning — the day she went to see Santa Claus. She had recently moved from the small town of Willington in Upstate New York, where her cat would chase mice around her basement, to Orlando, Florida, where mice, of course, were praised for another reason.
To the commoner, a young child living in the land of dreams and the innocence surrounding Walt Disney World, it would have seemed as though a girl, like Jessica, would be in Heaven. Jessica, however, was very unhappy. She missed her Grandma.