What does the word friend mean to you? What about love? How about work? Fate? Destiny? Dreams? To me these words make up life. These words have made my life.

Without fate and destiny to lead me to friends that would change my life, which they helped me realize my dream and I helped them. This dream lead to work which lead me to the love of life.

I was born on February 3rd, 1993. I guess it was fate that on that same day a young mother was bringing in her little two-year-old daughter because the mother was sick. I like to believe it was destiny that lead that little girl to where my mother was holding me for the very first time.

Once that little girl found my mom she begged her to let her hold me. She loved little kids, even though she was one too. My mother let her on the condition that mother held the little girl while she was holding me. That how the little girl's mother found her. My mother holing her daughter while she was holding me. A two-year-old holding a newborn, only a few hours old. My mother and the little girl's soon became friends.

18 years later and that little girl and me are still close. We are almost like sisters, since we grew up together. After all she was the second person to hold me ever and no way was my mother letting her just disappear. We helped each other discover our dreams.

We created work for us and others. Through one fateful day, I guess you could say, I found love. As did my other best friends.

But I'm getting ahead of my self here. Let's go back to the dream.