Dear daughter.

It was my heart that chose you for the maternal care demanded by life.

In that time, I didn't know of the Largest Plan that long ago had entrusted you to my arms. We also did not know of the hard journey the time, old friend reserved us, but was the hardness of those days, the chisel of your spirit preparing and strengthening your heart for the difficulties that would come.

And how many difficulties, my daughter!

Little in stature, but giant in inner strength, interior force, the fights in little Margarida's childhood forged the warrior woman who became sunflower under Master Ramatis' cares.

Looking for the light of understanding and charity, she regimented other people around her that started aiding and being aided by you on the road of progress.

Daughter, today remembering our past of troubles and poverty, I am sure that it was worthwhile so many washed clothes, so much sacrifice for the study and so much faith in God, because only in the Creator we accomplish the highest aspirations.

Blessed are the Divine Plans! Blessed are you, my daughter! May the blessings of heaven shine more and more in your life!

Yours mother,

Isabel, GESJ -12/23/2010 - Vitoria/ES - Brasil