Prolog
The story my mom would tell when I was little would break anyone's heart until tears flooded their eyes. That wasn't her intention, to harm anyone emotionally, but she loved telling this story. Our beloved story telling mother passed away in her sleep after we told this story one more time on her deathbed. The story she would tell is still told often to this day. Why this story is still told? There is only one answer. Family. I remember the first time she told it; everyone jumped in and told of their memories. Without saying a word, without making a move, without spilling a tear we all know the importance of this story. It was part of our family history, our family tree if you will, and this story is what changed us all for the better. Even now when we all have families of our own we still tell the story of the one that saved us all. I remember my mother always started the story whispering in the softest and saddest voice imaginable "She died along time ago, and it was by her blood that we became connected, we were able to become a family" well she was right. The girl she called "her angel" died in the worst possible condition, place, and life. On the day of my mother's funeral we all promised to continue to tell the story in honor of having a complete family, but we all knew we could continue to tell the story for her; our mother, our mama bear. Remembering the first time we told the story; standing around her grave; long after the ceremony had ended; with tears spilling out of our eyes, I began our story…
She died a log time ago and it was by her blood that they became connected, an angel and a mother, by her blood we are still a family…