My mother wanted a little girl who was sweat and kind and the perfect little child. But instead she got a vicious fighter, with a wild heart and the never ending need to chase stars and catch dreams. She got a strong young lady with a heart bigger then the world but locked up as tight as a pr¡son. She got an explorer with the need to hunt and search the world for the undiscovered, and find everything there is to find. She wanted a little lamb, but she got a wolf. She raised a wolf but tried to keep it in sheep's clothes, and now she wondering why the "sheep" is bitting her. She wanted the exact opposite of what she got and now her little wolf is on the loose, and she can't tame it. Not this time. Maybe next time, Mother...
