When I was just a Little girl, I asked my mother, "What will I be. Will I be pretty. Will I be rich." Here's what she said to me. K Sarah. Sarah. Whatever will be will be. The future not ours to see. What will be will be. The night my mother died, I sat by her bed. I held her tight and I sang this song. This was a song that made her happy. It was my way of giving my mother peace and safety. And in that moment, I lost her. But the truth is, I had lost my mother once before. This is my brilliant mother, Grata ...