"IF NOTHING IS GOING YOUR WAY
    DON'T WORRY SOMETHING
       BEST IS COMING NEXT"

There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger's origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes.

Mother... 
you are my world, thank you for all your sacrifices 9 months and many more love you so much.

Those we are born to, those who are born to us, and those we let into our hearts.

Written By Sherrilyn Kenyon

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