Suddenly she didn't feel strong at all...


1. Prologue

My children started dying like snow falling, and like snow, my children continued to fall.
I once had seven amazing, unique, creative children. And as their mother, I loved them more than anything else ever created. So you can imagine what pain stabbed through my heart when I heard the tragic news of them being dead. Gone. Breathless. Departed. Lifeless. Perished. As their mother it feels my duty to tell their stories. So I am. I've collected all their stories, bit by bit, from different people. But first I need to start with mine...
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