A mother is always the beggining. She is how things begin.

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

Hope is the adrenalin of the soul.

Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.

Chance is the first step you take, luck is what comes afterward.

A mother is always the beggining. She is how things begin.

That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love - that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost? Maybe you lost more maybe less, then thousand different things that come from your memory or imagination - and you do not know which is which, which was true, which is false.