A lesser woman, a harder woman, a prouder woman, would have let me tear this family apart. A lesser woman would have let me drink this family apart. She sent me away, but she never let me go. She loved me when she didn't want to, when I was making it very difficult to do so. She prayed. Between her and God, I've seen what happens when I do what I want, rather that what God wants. And I've been shown that good can come even from such ugliness.