Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things. I was going to be somebody. Person of significance, star of the silver screen, I once thought. But… my dreams became nightmares. Instead of laurels, funeral wreaths. Instead of glory, bitter disappointment. Cruel afflictions. Now I understand. Tragedy was preparing me for something greater. Every loss that came before was a lesson. I was being prepared. Now I know for what. This child… a remarkable boy. Destined for greatness, in need of a remarkable mother. Someone forged in the fires of adversity, who can guide him with firmness, with love.
American Horror Story: Murder House (2011) by Ryan Murphy & Brad Falchuk
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