To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.

Children betrayed their parents by becoming their own people.

To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.

Just because love don't look the way you think it should, don't mean you don't have it.

Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?