A few nights ago, while I was watching Ayasha sleep, I started remembering the day she was born, I remembered being scared and in pain and I even remembered yelling at Sam that it was all his fault. I remembered all the support I had that day from Becs ,Dr. Cullen and specially from Sam, he did not let go of my hand even when I was digging my nails into his flesh, he never let me go,it was only until the last moment when Dr. Cullen called him over to his side so he could be the first one to…

My mother and father,

I am aware that you are no longer alive.  You are, I hope, exactly where you both should be: in the inferno.  That's right!  I hope you both are eternally burning!  How dare the both of you not fight to keep Alec and I from being tied up like witches on a stick, suspended over a burning fire!  How could any parent subject their children to that torture and not do everything they could to keep them from a fate such as the one Alec and I were thrown into?!?  I'll…

I am a hopeless romantic. Then again I am sure that all girls are. Nothing can compare to the feeling of having your favourite person in the whole wide world, treat you like a Queen. The flower, which somehow finds its way to your pillow. The little box of chocolates hidden away in your school bag with the note that says *I love you, Babes*

These are some of the things I have become accustomed with since Jake and I became more serious. When Grandma said we all going to the Island, I…

I have one thing that has never left my possession and that is my father's iron signet ring.

The history of the signet ring is fascinating. To put it short, a signet ring was used as a person's signature.

Many powerful people, even Lords, could not read or write so they created a symbol that was uniquely their own. When a scribe completed a document for them…

To all of you:  I hope you have a great Valentine's week.  I've missed quite a few events and I'll probably miss more due to work.  But I'm still around and I miss you all. 

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The winter of my sixth year changed my life forever. It's the year we went from a family of two to a family of five. 

It was a particularly rough winter, fever had run rampant through father's congregation taking lives in an alarming rate. My father spent many a night away sitting bedside with dying congregants. I learned to fend for myself a lot that…