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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.

She watched him from across the room, noting how time had softened his edges. There were things left unsaid between them, delicate as morning frost, preserved in the quiet understanding they had cultivated over the years.

Hey there, got a new recipe we're trying tonight, maybe for the show. Just putting together that pasta thing you love, you know the one. Thinking about you while I cook. Miss you lots, sweetie. More soon from your mom.

I remember when I was just a little girl, maybe six or seven, there was this lovely old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, would always give us children a piece of candy when we'd come in. He was such a kind soul, bless his heart.

Time has a funny way of slowing down now that I am older. I find myself remembering the sharp sound of the screen door slamming when the children were small. It is those quiet, little noises that fill up the empty spaces in my heart these days.

I truly thought we had lost that spark forever, especially after my husband turned sixty. We were just going through the motions until he found that simple method online. Now, his energy is incredible, and it feels like we are newlyweds all over again. I never expected this kind of change.

Listen, when I do something for somebody, it's because I want to, you see. I'm not like these other people who always expect something back. That's how I was raised, that's who I am. You don't need to give me anything in return.

One of my first memories from childhood are of my doll cradle in which my fancy dolls with faces made of wood were put. I had a beautiful doll carriage that I strolled with my favorite dolls. My doll carriage and my bicycle were kept in the basement storage room of the apartment. I had to walk past a fire furnace to get to them. Sometimes there were stray cats in my carriage or dead frozen ones in the alley.