Today, my father died. He was on a train on its journey over the Gasconade Bridge, which collapsed. Being one of the founders of the Pacific Railroad, my father was a very important man. Now, I no longer have any man in my life to look up to.
But mother tells me not to worry. Soon, my great-grandmother, Madame Victoire Verdon Charleville, will come to live with us. My mother tells me she is unlike many woman of her generation because she is literate and self-educated. I hope that someday, I will be intelligent like her.
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