I knock on her door, peeking through the glass and the sheer white curtain into her bright, Pepto-Bismol pink bedroom. She turns her head and squints her eyes as a huge smile sweeps across her face. Cherie! Vin non! (Sweetie! Come in!)

Sometimes the victories are monumental, moments that will be forever etched in your memory. They are the days that are written in the pages of your journal, marked by a specific date, so as to be remembered, treasured even, because of their significance.