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“You were very serious,” her grandmother continued. “You had these big brown eyes and you were always going, ‘What’s that? What’s that?’ You wondered what everything was. You would frown and point a lot, like a conductor looking for your orchestra. You always seemed very busy, like you were between appointments all the time, but you were just a little child.”

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Carrie Fisher
Carrie Fisher

Carrie Fisher (October 21, 1956 – December 27, 2016) was an American actress, writer, and screenwriter, best known for her iconic role as Princess Leia in the Star Wars franchise. Born into a show business family, she was the daughter of actress Debbie Reynolds and singer Eddie Fisher. Fisher's portrayal of the strong-willed princess made her a global pop culture icon. Beyond acting, she was a talented author, writing the semi-autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge. She was also a vocal advocate for mental health awareness, openly discussing her struggles with bipolar disorder and addiction. Fisher passed away from a heart attack at age 60, leaving behind a legacy of wit, resilience, and inspiration. more

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