• And a woman obviously with child said speak to us of parents. He gazed at his hands and said:

    The lifelines on your hands are but the continuation of those on the hands of your mother and father. Parents are the sparks that ignite the kindling in your heart. They are the authors of three volumes in the anthology of your life: the volume of the matriarch, written with tenderness and delicacy. The volume of the patriarch, written with protection and shelter. The volume of matrimony, written with ceremony and punctuated by unity. Parents are the breadcrumbs that allow you to find your way through the forest of life. They are that which gives the golden rule it's radiant hue. And you are the fruit on the branches of the family tree. You are the imortality of your parents. In your hopes and aspirations dwell the whispers of your parent's wisdom.