You were the oldest of 13 and took care of every one. You had 4 children that died before the age of two and you always kept their picture by your nightstand. You always prayed. Every night. Even though you didn't believe in god. You just liked the ritual. You kept a candle burning everyday since your husband died, so he could see where you were, from heaven. You sold flowers in the market, not because you needed the money but because you hated to see the flowers die, without a use. You took care of me when nobody else seemed to know how. I made you so mad, you made me so mad. I love you and I miss you and I'll always remember you and I hope you can see me, even without a candle.
