Listen.All the world forgets me. First my face, then my voice, then the consequences of my deeds.So listen. Remember me.My name is Hope Ardern, and you won't know who I am. We've met before - a thousa
My name is Hope Arden, and you won't know who I am. But we've met before-a thousand times.It started when I was sixteen years old. A father forgetting to drive me to school. A mother setting the table
