A family sitting at the dinner table, leads to their hearts filled with contentment.

With true love…there is more good history that our hearts can make, together!

A home is where you lay your head down, a persons loving arms is where you find peace and harmony.

She ate--so, so good--cocooned in the harmonic dissonance of a large family, where every sound was distinct yet blended.

I love to cook, and I love to have all my family around the dinner table.

Sad thing for a woman to be loosely free as she goes from one man to another, but later to find that her fishbowl becomes empty and all of the oxygen becomes polluted. Will she ever find true love to fill her needs or seek another fishbowl?