My mother always told me to finish what I started, but she had no idea of some of the people I'd be dealing with.
Some of the stuff I learned early on was useful, she told me, but most of it was obviously meant for someone who was not me.
My grandmother kept a box of old photos in her attic & we used to go up there on rainy days & sit on the floor in the dusty light & go through them & she would tell about witches & broken hearts & how we came from royal blood & it was all there in the pictures, she said & then we'd lose the light & we'd all go downstairs for dinner & in our secret hearts we sat taller knowing once we had ruled the world.
-StoryPeople
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