I was a unique woman in my time; I was not like the other members of my population. My physical appearance was external. I was 6'3 and at the time the average height for a man was 5'7 while a woman was 5'3. I couldn't hide my size, and I certainly couldn't hide my immortality. On my good days, I feel like I'm 25, everything is fine, the people are nice, the sun is shining, I haven't gotten angry or broken a door. On my bad days, I feel like I'm 30, nothing is going the way I want, someone made me angry and I probably broke a door that day, and it Chances are I cried that day. My immortality was a good thing at 40. "Oh my God, you look so young, you haven't aged a day, don't be shy, what's your secret? People in my village were saying. After 50 years, these compliments turned into gossip and in rumors. When I was over 60, “I heard she bathed in blood, she must be a witch,” they said. Most people would be shocked to hear that I. am actually 75 years old the rumors and gossip that bothered me it was more of a simple question Why am I not getting these gifts??2...