Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
我不害怕站出来。每个人，来握住我的手。我们将一起走过这条路，穿过风暴，无论天气如何，寒冷或温暖。
"A book is a dream that you hold in your hand."