To say that I would have died without you is an understatement.
To say that this book wouldn't have been finished if you didn't take me into your care is certain.
No words or actions taken can change that fact. No amount of pride or judgment on the part of others can soil this.
You saved my life.
You were the first person to believe in me. The first person who saw me for who I truly was. The first person to want to build a life with me. To build a home.
I was a heartless, bitter, poisoned woman. And somehow, underneath all of those things, you saw the truth of who I was. You saw the worst in me, and yet somehow, you can still look at me, to this day, with the eyes of a child.
You can still see that which is purest and most real about me. And you hold me to these things, even in my petulance and willfulness.
It is because of this, that I can be more than a woman. I can be a Mother and a Wife.
I know that God is real because of you. I know that love is real because of you.
This book is for you. For us. And maybe one day, I hope for our son.
Because you and him are my heroes.
I would be nothing without you both. I know that for certain.
I hope and pray that this book is a gift to you. That it can reach into the hearts of all who read it, and allow them to feel your love.
Our love.
That it is just as healing for you to read as it is for me to write.
You are free. I hope whatever you decide to do with that freedom, that it's everything that you dreamed of as a little boy.
Because the best thing about you is your heart, your brilliance, your sensitivity, and your dreams.
It is my hope that I can teach this to the Sons of America in some small way.
If you, my dear Reader, get nothing else from this book, get this: never, ever relinquish your heart. Fight for your treasure. Make the world a better place with your dreams. That is what it means to be a man.
If you're skeptical of this, I hope to change your mind.
If you cry at all along the journey, please, don't "be strong." Let the tears fall. For your power is made more perfect in weakness.
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Her Artifacts Lost, Volume 1 - The Vanishing Vial
FantasyIn and out of hospitals, Allister's worsening condition keeps him confined to his bedroom. When his little sister asks for him to carry her, Allister can barely muster the strength. Trading a ride on his back for a fairy tale, time ceases as Alliste...
