She appears to be strong.
And she really is very strong.
But don't think for a second that there isn't a tsunami of heartache and loss that swim through her cells.
Her eyes are filled with pools of 'what ifs' and 'why me' in so many languages.
Yet then she remembers that life is a tapestry of colors, and nobody gets out without having the color black painted against their canvas.
She picks up her brush and decides to paint her masterpiece.
