Life Is A Perpetual Yesterday For Us.

She Liked To Imagine That When She Passed The World Looked After Her, But She Also Knew How Anonymous She Was.

I'm Just A Friendly Bystander Who They Occasionally Ask Questions Of. That's My Level Of Involvement.

I Stared At Her Black Hair. It Was Shiny Like The Promises In Magazines.

As She Stood In The Darkened Room And Watched My Sister And Father, I Knew One Of Things That Heaven Meant. I Had A Choice, And It Was Not To Divide My Family In My Heart.

How Could It Be That You Could Love Someone So Much And Keep It Secret From Yourself As You Woke Daily So Far From Home?