Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them all.

All it takes is a second and your whole life can get turned upside down.

Sometimes, mothers say and do things that seem like they don't want their kids... but when you look more closely, you realize that they're doing those kids a favor. They're just trying to give them a better life.

Or in other words, it's the substance you've got when you start that determines the outcome.

I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

If you end your story, it's a static work of art, a finite circle. But if you don't, it belongs to anyone's imagination. It stays alive forever.

If you ask me, music is the language of memory