I was a unique woman in my time; I was not like the others of my people. 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 would be 5'3. I couldn't hide my height, and I definitely couldn't hide my immortality. On my best days I feel like I'm 25, everything is going well, people are kind, the sun is shining, I haven't gotten angry or kicked in a door. On my bad days I feel like I'm 30, nothing is going right, someone made me angry and I probably broke a door that day, and I probably 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 from my country would say: After the age of 50, those compliments turned into gossip and rumors. When I was over 60 “I heard she bathes in blood, she must be a witch,” they said. Most people would be shocked to find out that I'm actually 75 years old. rumors and gossip that bothered me; it was more of a simple question. Why am I not getting older? Because I have these gifts??2...