3 Little Candles I hold in my heart.
the first one, for my oldest son...almost 14 now, and hates me with a passion
the second one, from my middle son, 7 years old now, kidnapped by his father and missing him immensely
the third one, for my youngest son, 4 years old, also kidnapped along with his brother.
I wake everyday, making sure those candles never go out, praying they never forget I love them and I am their mother