1566.

Her mother was a warrior.

1565.

Every time her mother told the story of her holding her grandfather while he took his last breath, she had to hold back her tears.

1564.

She felt a pang of loss for the child that never would be.

1563.

She fell asleep for a split second and dreamt that I was selling a painting. When she woke up, she said that she ought to have bought it as a present for me.