human
I hardly know how to begin, he said.
gpt
Perhaps it had better be with my father and mother, because it was the tragedy of their lives that shaped mine.
human
My mother was a Russian. Her people were noble, but that didn't keep them from going to Siberia. She was brought to America by a man and woman who'd been servants in her family. She was very young, only fifteen. Her name was Michaela. I'm named after her--Michael. The three had only money enough to be allowed to land as immigrants, and to get out west--though her people had been rich.