Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things. I was gonna be somebody. A person of significance. A star of the silver screen, I once thought. But my dreams became nightmares. Instead of laurels, funeral wreaths. Instead of glory, bitter disappointment. Cruel afflictions. Well, now I understand. Tragedy was preparing me for something greater. Every loss that came before was a lesson. I was being prepared. And now I know for what. This child. A remarkable boy. Destined for greatness. In need of a remarkable mother. Someone forged in the fires of adversity, who can guide him. With wisdom. With firmness. With love.