My six year old daughter and I were alone one day, sitting at the table drinking hot herbal tea. She suddenly began talking in a more grown up voice. She said, "I have SO many children. Some days I just can't get anything done. I haven't cooked in a long time. My thirteen year old daughter does all the cooking because I'm so busy with the babies." She went on to tell me that her husband is gone on long trips a lot. "It's so hard on him in the winter," she lamented. "His first job was as a blacksmith," she continued, "and he says it was the easiest job he ever had. I don't know why! He had to quit being a blacksmith because they ran out of money to pay everybody." She said she has six good friends who have come over to help her get ready for her anniversary celebration. She looked at me and says, "You are one of them. You are the best cook of them all." I asked her if she ever got angry at me---I was hoping to get a the root of some issues we have in this life---but she laughed and said, "No, I like your food too much." I asked if I had a large family. She said, "Yes, you have a large family like me." I asked if that meant I had lots of children or more like aunts and cousins. She replied, "Aunts and cousins." I asked her about that because something about her memories reminded me of my life in 17th century England, then Ireland. In that life I only had one foster son but my husband had a large extended family. She went on to tell me one day her house caught on fire. The neighbor's house was on fire and hers caught from it. She didn't know how the fire started but said fortunately everyone was outside "because it was day." They still had their car (I imagine she used this word to mean a conveyance of some sort) and they got tickets on a plane so big it could hold your car. I asked her if the "plane" went over land or water on their trip. She said it went over water. Then she began talking about "strong boats, like a show boat." I asked her if she still lived in the same place she had before. She said she only lived there a year after the fire and then she came "here" but she could never go back although she missed it and she missed her mother.