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.

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

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

Children betrayed their parents by becoming their own people.