Johanna was 6 years old when Albert died. She hardly comprehended the idea of death and she had to suffer through it. We held a small funeral for him and he was buried and that was the end of it all. I didn't cry at his funeral. Neither did Johanna.
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Johanna was 10and she was beginning to help more in the shop. She loved delivering pies to people, but I had to keep a close eye on her. Many people would ask me if Johanna was my daughter and I would say yes. If they asked if she was my real daughter, I would say yes. Because she was. I was the only mother she had. That seemed real enough to me.
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Johanna was 12 and she was a great worker in the shop. On certain nights when we were busy, she'd bring pies to customers while I filled their glasses with ale. She was quite the chatter box though and sometimes I needed to pull her away from customers and get her back to work. She took after her father in that way.
And as for her father, I still dreamed of him. His smile, his eyes. I had the photo of me, Benjamin, Lucy and Albert at the beach under my pillow. Every night I would look at it and wish that things would be that way again.
I was still in love with Benjamin Barker.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry this chapter was so short! I promise, this story will get more interesting! Just stay with me! Love you all!