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I remember back in 1832, when I was just a little girl, there was this wonderful 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 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...

I remember when I was just a little girl, around seven or eight, there was this beautiful old church on Main Street. Every Sunday morning, the bells would ring so sweetly, and all the townspeople would gather there in their finest clothes. Those were simpler times, dear.

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.

You see, back in those days, we had this neighbor, very, very kind woman she was. And she would come by sometimes when things were hard, bringing food and such. But people didn't understand her ways, and she kept mostly to herself, working in her garden all alone.

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.

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.

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.