When I was a child, my mother always said that I would be famous one day. She said I was beautiful all of the time and that my singing was better then everyone's. And as the little 3 year old I was, I believed her. I always put on mini concerts, and fashion shows. I believed her most of my life. Maybe it was the ignorance of being a child, or the belief I had in her, but I always thought I was a special child.
Then, when she died I thought everything she said was a lie.