I remember that day when I was about 10 years old. Life seemed empty. After school, I would hide my head in the folded blankets in my room. At age 13, I lost my mother, who meant everything to me. It was so sudden that I did not know the full implications of that event. She was a devout Christian, a single mother, and a model of faith and love. However, I was positive and thought the sudden death of my mother would not defeat me because I believed in God. I even thought I would become a better person through this challenging time. Obviously, this early childhood experience has significantly impacted me knowingly or unknowingly for my life so far. It will continue to do so. Continue to read