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prologues

it was the pain I felt, when the people I loved so much threw me down after making me depend on it. This wound might heal, but I really don't know for how long.

trying to crawl in the middle of the wounds I experienced, walking to find a place to stop, looking for a figure where I complained.

" mother..."

" mother..."

" mother..."

" mother..."

they are the pearls of my heart, the bitter healers, in the midst of a great deal of bad rumors about me.

I'm a mother, hiding somewhere, avoiding to hang on, trying to scavenge a fortune. Starting everything from scratch. being at my lowest point keeps me almost far from the creator, he said, it came to my mind to give up but the pearls of my heart gave me no chance to give up.

right now my love and my love are only dedicated to them, my living angels.