Struggle. That's the word my mother used to describe life, to create it, to preserve it and to endure it...and of course the moment it ended. She had always wanted something from me that I could never give, never provide - grandchildren. Her dream was to see further generations than her own little girl grown up into a woman, that was once my dream too! But when I realised that couldn't come true, I found a new dream...to marry the man I loved, or should I say monkey?