‘Someday you’ll remember what I said and you’ll thank me for it.’
She wished the adults would stop telling her that. Already the load of thanks in the future was weighing her down. She figured she’d have to spend the best years of her womanhood hunting up people to tell them that they were right and to thank them.
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Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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