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The neighbors had always thought that Charlotte was Mrs. Berry’s daughter and those three kids were her grandchildren.

Mrs. Berry tried explaining the situation to them at first, but Charlotte told her she did not have to. After all, Charlotte did feel like she was a daughter to her.

They might not be blood-related, but Mrs. Berry was like family to her.

Mrs. Berry was the second closest to her after her own father.

Although she gave birth to the children after her father’s demise, Mrs. Berry was still a loved one to her.

Mrs. Berry had always been there since Charlotte was a child. She never once left her.

the neighbors talking about Mrs. Berry was enough to bring

Mommy,” Ellie said, putting her small hands around her mother’s face, “Mrs. Berry will be watching over

planted a kiss on the

still looked the

table. The goldfish were swimming in the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging on the balcony, swaying to the

stopped at the family photo hung in

and Ellie wore their brightest smiles in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was carefree and Mrs. Berry smiled as if her heart

happened to fly over and

they were poor back then, they

enough to put

looked so fat,” Jamie said, laughing

chuckled at the picture. “I looked fatter than you. Look at my short

Berry tied it

her lips as she

my hair when I was young. After I got you, she started learning other cute ways of tying girls’ hair

answered in thrill, “She would

photo after she tried something new. I think we still have those photos

at them when

got off and went back to her