In the middle of darkness, there is a candle that brings light.
I believed that I was that candle.
I carried within me a vision-to reach out, to help, to understand, and to love children. Along with this, I longed to love the man whom I believed shared the same vision as mine, and the same faith in God.
My vision and mission came purely out of compassion. Selfless as I could be, I gave my energy, time, effort, money-everything I had.
But then, a strong wind came, trying to snuff out my flame.
Can I still hold on to that flame, despite the strength of the wind?