Nisreen Basiouny

A mother’s joy begins when new life is stirring inside… when a tiny heartbeat is heard for the very first time, and a playful kick reminds her that she is never alone..

How did it get so late so soon?

 Its night before its afternoon.

 December is here before its June.

 My goodness how the time has flewn.

 How did it get so late so soon?

Theodor Geisel

 Jeff Kohlver: Who the hell are you?

Hayley Stark: I am every little girl you ever watched, touched, hurt, screwed, killed.