The journaling reads:My life can be resumed by a series of transitions. Some transitions have been smooth and almost unnoticeable in the continuous of time. Like growing or acquiring wrinkles. One only notices the difference, when looking for them, or reflecting on times past. Other transitions, however, have been abrupt, almost to the point of transforming me and shaping my character almost overnight. Some of those transitions happened when I lost my father, or I became a mother.
