As women, we go through emotions on a daily basis that only other women here on earth can understand. The super resilient strength we carry within us to overcome minute and enormous burdens even surprises our own self sometimes, and is a gift to our children, husbands, significant others, and the world. Kaltrina Hoti is one of those women on whom we can lean, a woman who understands us, a best friend, and a woman who touches us on that deep level when we so desperately need someone to listen to us and understand how we're feeling. Bring tissues. Ms Hoti draws us into her passages and expresses thoughts and feelings we also feel but could never put into words like she does. Bring tissues. What's most delightful is her incredible insight into how our travels through life help us to love more, grow more, and be more. EXCERPTS: I MISS YOU One tear is for your eyes and smile I'm going to miss. A deep breath is for the words that we exchange in so many different ways. It's like a part of my body is pulling away from me. One tear is for me; I am going to miss every moment of your life. Some things God creates will never be understood. This feeling is one of them. Loving a child is a mystery of life... ...They say the mother is like a candle. She burns her emotion to give light to her child. I hope you see my light that I am trying to give you. One tear is for the red rose that is waiting for you. DON'T LOOK BACK Don't ever look back on your past. You will be trapped inside the anger that will turn your world under a spell of jealousy. Don't look back on the lost moments of life. An old wish you never finished Is meant to be left alone. Someone else is going to finish it. Don't ever look back on your past. Light is always in front of you. Try to reach for happy beginnings and new visions of your dreams. Search for the light in front of you if you want to see and feel the deep breath. In you is beauty. Don't ever look back on your past. Let the light in front of you shine on your face. Warm your heart inside your hands. I WISH I STOPPED I still remember his face, thick rings around the eyes he used to sit on an old green, rusty chair By the corner store Watching people passing by and never saying a word. When it rained, he had an umbrella, when it stormed You could find him in the corner of the store. Nobody knew his name… They called him Old Lonely Man. He always had a yellow rose in his hand So many times I wanted to go and sit by him To hear the inside of his heart People used to whisper different stories about him Some believed he had lost the connection with reality Some believed he was a brave soldier and still lives Through the fear of death I believed he was waiting for the return of a lost love That he carried in his soul That morning, I decided to share a moment Of his life with my time… I walked slowly by the corner of the store The green rusty chair was empty, and everything looked so different The yellow rose on the rusty green chair was thirsty for water Crying for the touch of the old lonely man He was gone… So many times I wanted to stop I missed his story Did I?