It also occurred to me that this was a promise I could not keep. I could not always take care of her. I could not never leave her. She was no longer a child. She was an adult. Things happened in life that mothers could not prevent or fix.

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.

He’s called Ottolenghi, that chef. And he deserves a tongue twister of his own. Lo, Ottolenghi lengthens leeks laterally. How about that? Or, Competent chefs count cous cous cautiously?

We were born alone, and we will die alone. But while we are on this planet, we must accept and glorify our act of faith through other people.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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