Toward the end of last year, for the first time in my life, I gave myself a permission to pursue my dream as a writer. I have cared for my family and always thought of making extra money for them before. I didn’t pursue my passion because I think I wouldn't be able to earn any extra money in doing so. But recently I decided I need not worry about my children. They are now grown and ought to be able to care for themselves. Each day being able to read and write are the greatest blessings I have ever received. It would be nice to make extra bucks in doing this, but I don’t pay too much time in earning money. The ability to share my thought and hoping to make an impact on one reader at a time is all I ever hope for. I am truly happy and grateful. ❤️