With a voice of her own
This was the hardest question - her own voice. Who was she?
She sang to her grandfather, "Who am I? A mother hen? a wife? a teacher?"
"All of those," he said, "and more. Who is it who is all of those things, for example? Who is Susie?"
Susan stared at him.
"I know the little Susie that collected my eggs years ago," he said. "But you've grown since then. Who's there now?"
"There's nothing there," she sang to him, beginning to weep again.
"That won't do, my dear," he said. "It's no good just going along, nor weeping. It's what I did when I was young, and it leaves you dying. It's a hard learning."
And so Susan started on a new adventure, looking for a voice that she wasn't sure was there.....
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