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A childhood belief about people

Back when I was four or five, I had been seeing my Grandpa and his wife, Lydia, on an almost daily basis. My Grandpa was a lazy old man, so his wife would do nearly everything for him. Somehow, I was convinced that, even though they both were and appeared the same age, Lydia was somehow my Grandpa's mother.

So one day, I told my Dad, "Grandpa's Mom is really nice!" And he told me, "That's his wife." I asked, "Where's his Mom, then?" Dad said, "She died a long time ago."

Apparently, I had asked, "Who shot her?"

— Maya

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