Prologue
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Prologue
Afew weeks ago, my granddaughter left a stack of cream-colored parchment on my desk, tied with a cheery red ribbon. When I found it, I shoved it in a drawer and left it there.
Not because I didn't know what to do with it, but because I knew what it would require of me.
Memory is a cruel thing, you see, and hindsight can be unforgiving in its clarity.
In sixty-seven years of life, I've made many decisions that cost me, dearly. Some I have never once questioned, and others I've spent many a sleepless night wishing I could do over.
Others have judged me, and they will continue to do so.
I have judged myself. Often.
What I detail in these pages will not be a plea for forgiveness, but an account. One I hope will help others understand why I acted as I did.
Before everything changed, my sisters and I lived a simple life. We were farmer's daughters, living in a quiet valley, each day mostly the same as the one before it. It was not an extraordinary life. But it was ours.
There was no way of knowing how fragile life could be.
But to tell this story properly, I must begin where everything began—with a dream.
- Writer
