i wonder what people will say about me after i leave...
things like,
"oh she mostly seemed fine on the outside, i suppose she must've been troubled.."
"we tried to tell her what to do, but she wouldn't listen. always seemed to think she knew something we didn't. tsk, tsk, stubborn obstinate witch, bless her heart..."
"she seemed to love her children, and they seemed genuinely sad to see her go, but, all in all, i'm sure they're much better off without her."
"she's in a better place now."
"now, what to do with all this clutter she left behind. ballet shoes, boxing gloves, an old guitar, art supplies to fill a whole room, oh good, finally they can use that old art studio as a dining room again... a whole suitcase of beat-up old diaries, go ahead and toss those in the recycling, please...we've heard enough of her rants...."
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