Who Would You Most Like To Meet And Why?

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I would like to meet my great-grandmother, the one that died on the same day as my grandmother's birth. I never knew that until my grandmother died. I wish I had known what she was like. My grandma never talked about her family. It was like she was trying to hide her tragic life. I wish she hadn't. I'm inspired by tragic beginnings that end beautifully. I would like to know what her family was really like. I didn't even know that her mom didn't raise her. Why did I never ask? Probably because I was a kid and had things to do. I wish I had been more interested in my relatives' lives. I know kids who were. I wanted to run around and I didn't want to slow down.

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