My war was my mother, her husband, his brother and their family.  My war was to survire my childhood life without breaking or giving in.  My war was to keep fighting and to never give up no matter how hard things became nor how difficuilt they may have seemed. My war was to still keep loving inspite of who was not loving me and caring for me. My war was knowing that I would soon become an adult and the pain would stop but it would not be over.

My peace is to keep loving myself and to always put God first. My peace is to be a mentor and a teacher to help others that may not have been as strong enough to help themselves.  My peace is to have a compasion for children. My peace is to be happy and to move on with my life because I can not change the life that was choosen for me.

My peace is to love, laugh, smile, hug, kiss, crying, caring, and to give a gift of love to a child............