My mother was a clinical social worker throughout my childhood, and especially because my father traveled a lot, her employment necessitated some extra help: in other words, a nanny. Her name was Gaëlle, and she was from the south of France; she had an oval, freckled face, a broad smile, and a French accent, and she loved children. My idyllic
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On a side note...
You were born to write, Sam. I gape at your writing when I read it, and I wish I possessed the degree of talent you own. Don't stop.
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