chapter 1:

when i was little, my mother always told me the story of how she met my father. She described it as a way of feeling a sudden connection towards someone, you never expect to feel that way but you just..do. My mother had always kept the letters my father sent her, they were very precious to her. When my father died eight years ago, my mother had cried her eyes out. I remember her not wanting to eat anything because we would always eat with father, she was so very low-spirited. I always believed in my parents love, they were inseparable. My dear mother Cherie Owens died a month ago, she was probably the only person that actually cared about me. In her eyes, i was the perfect daughter. I've always wanted to say this to her but never could. Mother, I love you