In my Hometown
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Loading ...The best thing about moving back to my hometown was seeing so many familiar faces. One day, in the grocery store, I recognized a man who had been a good friend of my parents. He noticed me staring, so I quickly introduced myself as John and Helen’s daughter.
“Helen’s daughter!” he exclaimed. “Oh, such a beautiful lady!” He called to his wife,”Martha, come and see Helen’s daughter. You remember Helen–such a beautiful lady.”
“Oh, yes,” Martha replied. “She was always so pretty.”
After raving on and on about my mother, he turned to me and said, “You look just like your father . . .”
