Her story had been told to my "siblings" and I several times. It went like this:
"Once when I was a much younger woman(she never looked a day older through out the years I knew though), and I had felt love, betrayal, fear, and anger. I had been with many men, had a couple children, each time it was the same...over time the love faded and my children were taken from me.
Some of them died some stolen by angry husbands, but in the end it was always the same, they were gone.", the strangest thing about the story was that when told it she never cried nor did she even have a look of sadness on her face, but us children always cried or felt sorry. It went on:" After it happened so many times I decided that it was inevitable, and that I would have to find another source of love.I began to wander about in search of life's meaning I couldn't find it anywhere. Then out of the blue I heard a noise, crying. It was Danny." she always said that looking at me with a smile on her face, "it was as if I had stumbled right onto the set of a very dramatic movie, there you were hungry and helpless, I could have left you there, but I knew that it was the doing of The Gods and I didn't have the heart to let you die. I started to raise you, but my heart was still unsatisfied it felt as if I was missing something. It was, my heart was missing all of you, I wouldn't be complete until I found each and everyone of you. I started looking everywhere I could imagine, and somehow there were just so many parents that were practically throwing their beautiful children away. All of you one by one, I found each of you everywhere I had ever wanted to go all of the countries and contents, everywhere I loved to be there was one of you waiting for me." by this time she usually had her eyes closed, one time I could have sworn that I saw a tear slip through.
