Ouch! That was a mistake! Now my mother's angry at me. I should have introduced her first and not Brenda. Actually she's right. She's the most important person in my life. As all mothers to their daughters, I suppose. She was born in 1964 and she was 24 when I was born. I don't know anything about my father. I know she didn't get married, that's for sure. For years I keep asking her about my father and every time she says that it's not important but that one day she'll tell me more about him. And look what happens just now! She gave me a shoebox with photos. Hundreds. 'Here's your life.', she said. 'Sort it out!'