I bore into this life a little baby girl. I watched the cycle blossom as she began embracing each development—babyhood, childhood, and adulthood. As a mother, I didn’t have much to provide. Yet, I gave her that which was given to me: love, joy, happiness, and pain. We struggled endlessly to stay above the water. The journey we traveled took us across rough roads, around in circles, up steep hills, down deep valleys, and through high mountain chains. And with her strapped over my shoulders, I’d thought she’d be mine . . . . Maybe it was a fantasy. Had I known this dream would be rattled after such an early span, I would have . . .
More HAPPINESS for life.
Above all, I would have struggled even HARDER just to endure her PAIN.
Yet does anyone of us know what we have to bear?
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