Be strong

Be strong,Cindy.

I know you have done a lot

but not yet; not yet...

rememeber Shakespeare's procreation sonnets.

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst
Time's scythe can make defenceSave breed,
to brave him when he takes thee hence.

How could you stay here and cry for your duty?

Time's scythe won't forgive you.

Only the cruel truth may weak you up.

Don't be sad nor be disappointed.

It's your life; it has just begun.