In this book I wanted to express the loneliness and love two children had for their parents and how they suffered very much in finding themselves and the courage they had to find their loved ones. The parts about the grandparents was the words my grandparents would say, and how my great-grandmother would be on Sundays in the pulpit with the preacher because she also had the calling to preach and would tell the preacher that he had preached enough and it was her time to preach, right in front of the congregation. We would just laugh so hard and run out of the little church and try to crack some hard black walnuts. My mother was a musician and played the piano in church; my step-father was a preacher, and he had two churches, so I also remember church times. The rest of the book is fictional.