Every day, every moment, every move we make, every step taken is predetermined by that which is found of at the beginning of our road. Despite how much of the world we travel, we will always be bound by unbreakable ties to our beginnings, to our first steps. We remember the milk on our lips and the vows we took. We remember Her, the one upon whom God bestowed the most important role; giving birth. No matter how hard we try, we will never become accustomed to life without her and our lips will always speak her name, like a prayer, like a call, like pride... I dedicate this book to Her, to my mother.