I Want To Live! Not Die, Not

Unlike My Mother, My Father Does Not Cry Quietly. His Wails Roll Out Like A Wave Of Pain, And I Scramble To Roll Up My Window. My Mother Cannot Hear That. I Cannot Bear To Hear It Myself. I Am Not Used To My Father's Crying. I've Had No Time To Harden My Heart Against Him.

I Like To Know What I'm Celebrating Before I Put On A Party Hat.

We'll Have A 'rest Of Our Lives' Now.

Hope Doesn't Mean Anything. ... Action's The Only Thing That Counts.

After Ive Sent My Revised Draft To My Agent And Editor, They Suggest More Improvement Sand Again, This Revision Phase Can Take Anywhere From A Few Hours To A Few Months.