conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “MOTHER RAE!” I was reading through my journal on the terrace when I heard my daughters calling to me. It was evening, just around sunset.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Come quick!”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “May, Aleah, what is it?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Mother Claire—”
conversations.prefix: Aleah:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “—messed up again in the kitchen.”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Oh dear, not again. Just when I thought she was really improving. "Thank you for letting me know."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What are you going to do?”
conversations.prefix: Aleah:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Please don’t scold Mother Claire…”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I didn’t know what to make of our five-year-old daughters already worrying about their mother, but I lifted Aleah into my arms. I looked into her big, round, concerned black eyes and said, “It’s okay. I won’t scold her.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Wheee!”
conversations.prefix: Aleah:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “No fair! Pick May up too!”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Okay, okay.” I lifted May high into the air and then ushered them both inside the house.
conversations.prefix: Rae: