In many ways, she was the strongest woman I’d ever known.
No matter what life threw at her, she found a way to work
through it. When her father died when she was young, she started helping around
the house. When her mother took ill, she took over the household, and raised
her siblings.
Every setback, every illness, every disaster, she’d square
her shoulders and work through it.
Like I said, in many ways, the strongest. But considering
she never tried to improve her lot, considering she just let others dictate her
life, she was in many ways the weakest…
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