Just another of the numberless hopes my mother sent into the Universe, to see if this time the Universe would answer her with the rewards it seemed to bestow on others who worked no harder, loved no more loyally, spent no more frugally, imagined no less ambitiously.
I know just how she felt.
what is beautiful remains 
me too…
I remember these.
I love your thoughts…and I love this scarf. I can relate to what you’re saying here. The Universe is an unfair bitch.
… yes, but you know, through it all, she was doing what SHE wanted to be doing, in the end. How many have compromised so little? Maybe that’s the reward?