Maybe I’d like to be defined by what I am.

Nana glanced at Ben. "I think your mom has catepillars in her ears. She keeps repeating everything I say like she can't hear me.

I'm sure you think that I don't understand what you're going through, but I do. It's just that sometimes, our future is dictated by what we are, opposed to what we want.

But you're disappointed." He brushed a strand of hair from her face. "It's not possible for you to disappoint me.

She would tell him what she wanted in her life--her hopes and dreams for the future--and he would listen intently and then promise to make it all come true. And the way he said it made her believe him, and she knew how much he meant to her.

Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.

I love you now as I write this, and I love you now as you read this