"Mama, when I grow up I want to be an author."

She looked down at me with her unwavering, motherly love and touched my cheek. She shook her head gently.

"No sweet heart you have it all wrong. You already are an author. Your choices are your words, and the universe is your book. All of that combined makes a little story called life."

And at that moment I knew I had to write the best story ever.

-Maya Arlington