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I remember when I was just a young girl, maybe seven or eight, there was this lovely old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to shop.

I remember back when I was just a little girl, maybe six or seven years old, living here in this very town. We had the old general store on Main Street, run by Mr. Thompson, such a kind soul he was. Every Saturday morning, the whole community would gather there, sharing stories and friendship.

When I was young, very young, we lived in that small house near the creek. Times were different then, you see. The neighbors, they were kind people, but they didn't understand our ways. My mother worked so hard, doing washing for other families, and we never complained.

When I was young, maybe sixteen or seventeen, I remember working in the garden with my mother. She was very, very particular about how things should be done. The neighbors would sometimes come by, but we didn't talk much, just kept to our work.

I remember when I was just a little girl, maybe six or seven, there was this lovely old general store on Main Street. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, would always give us children a piece of penny candy when our mothers came to buy groceries. Those were simpler times, indeed.

I remember this young girl, very, very sweet she was, living down the street from us. Her mother had passed when she was small, and she worked so hard helping her father with the younger ones. The neighbors, they all tried to help where they could, and she...

Listen to me, darling. I spent decades thinking my worth was measured by how much I could carry for others. I was the backbone, the glue, and the silent listener. But I've learned that you cannot pour from an empty cup. You deserve to be your own person.

I remember when I was just a little girl, about seven or eight years old, there was this lovely old general store on Main Street. The shopkeeper, Mr. Thompson, would always give us children a piece of candy when we'd come in with our mothers. Those were such sweet times.