"Ta taaa" Imma said softly when she heard the box opening and the fresh and shiny book being pulled out of it with the greatest of care.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>LIVES &amp; CHILDREN <br/>A bunch of /more or less/ useful tales<br/><br/>written by Imma Simmons Richardson</em> </div> </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"This is..." Moving closer she leaned her head against Cody's shoulder and also tightened her embrace around their dearest. "my confession of love to the both of you.. They published my writings and.. it's been possible mainly because of you. So.. thanks for inspiring me."<br/>Corinna gave a bit confused look to her mother.<br/>"What is 'ins-pir'??"<br/>The woman rubbed her nose against hers and kissed her forehead, her long hair covering her daughter like a soft veil.<br/>"It means: giving wings to somebody. A great gift. To help somebody making dreams come true.. Like Daddy did to me.. And you did to us."<br/><br/>