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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

W
hen I travelled to England, I was hoping
to find a trace of my oldest daughter's

father, who I thought was still there—

only to be told he had passed away. I shook my head
and thought that all the men who abused me had passed

away; with one exception. May their souls rest in peace.
The children have all given me about fourteen

grandchildren, the last time I checked, and a bunch of
great-grandchildren. I am in my eighties and still going

strong. To GOD be all the praise.

I lost my second-to-last daughter to cancer. She was so

young—just fifty-four. I went to visit her one night at

her apartment, where I slipped and fractured my foot. I
ended up at the hospital, where they put me in a cast.

Needless to say, I stayed at my second-oldest daughter's

house in Ajax for about four weeks. She was very good
to me; I’ll never forget it. We had the opportunity to get

to know each other better during that period and became
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