How long can someone hold out for hope? How long do the clutches of bitterness bite at someone until they are completely consumed? How often does someone like that get help? How often do they experience the overwhelming love, power, and newness of Christ? How long will she wonder if everyone's going to leave, and distrust them? How long will her differences and talent single her out and make her feel alienated and a spectical? Not until she sits at that kitchen table and hears the woman say, "Marielli! Your talents, your uniqueness, your God given difference, and your past, they don't define you. They're... Who You Aren't."