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September 27, 2006
Married twice, she had never been able to have children. She heard the whispers; other women saying casually cruel things like Her kind never does, meaning beautiful women, with the selfishness that implies. They didn't know how her heart ached, or how she hid her pain. Eventually, she did have a daughter: one of her students, to whom she became very close. The girl sent her mother's day cards for the rest of her life, even though her own mother was still alive. It was a gesture of love, an appreciation for the gifts they were in each other's lives.