I smacked his arm. "I want to be more than a waitress, you know." We talked for a while longer before they had to go, and they watched as I locked up the door. I drove back home, bringing the last of the stuff into my kitchen.

My phone rang, I picked it up without checking the caller ID. A man's voice. "Natalya? I am Father Kempechny, and I received your letter."

"Father? Thank you for calling, I have so many questions." My mind was reeling, here was the one person who knew my mother, who helped her in her darkest times.

"I know, my child. There are many things...